The prodigies, however, paid no mind to the wandering spirits. Since the spirits didn't seem interested in attacking, the elites returned to their original task: wrestling with the mysterious boxes hidden within the cold currents.
Having abandoned their loftier targets, most participants managed to grab one or two boxes.
One cultivator opened a box and cried out in delight, discovering a divine artifact inside. His sheer joy reverberated across the group, earning him envious looks from all sides.
Everyone coveted a divine artifact. Even the lowest-grade one could elevate a cultivator's power to unprecedented heights.
Alas, the boxes were concealed within radiant orbs of light, their contents completely hidden. If only they could see the shape of the boxes—round, square, or oblong—they might be able to guess what treasures lay within.
Amalia, meanwhile, fixed her gaze on the streaking orbs of light zipping past her field of vision.