On the beach of the Endless Sea, tens of thousands of martial artists personally saw the leaders of the various grotto-heavens throw all sixteen million kilograms of forging materials into the Treasure Distribution Rock.
The thousand-foot-tall mountain was like a monster with its mouth wide open. It swallowed all the forging materials without raising a single ripple.
Anyone who saw such a spectacular scene would never forget it for the rest of their lives.
From beginning to end, the owner of the Treasure Distribution Rock didn't appear.
"Brother Zhang, we don't even know who the owner of the Treasure Distribution Rock is. If after he swallows our forging materials…" Tang Qianluo frowned.
Zhang Jiping also frowned and looked at Tang Qianluo unhappily.
"Brother Tang, not everyone is like you," Zhang Jiping said coldly. Originally, he had a good relationship with Tang Qianluo. But now, he increasingly felt that he couldn't get too close to him.