Walking for a short while, Mo Wangchen discovered that the space beneath the rift was much larger than he had imagined.
As time passed, the cultivators who had poured in from all directions had already scattered and disappeared without a trace.
Moving alone in the damp and dark underground, facing the fear of the unknown, Mo Wangchen was constantly on high alert; without his cultivation, his perception couldn't extend outward, so he could only see what was in his direct line of sight.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, in front of him, there was a faint glimmer of light, like fireflies in the night.
"Could it be a treasure?!"
His heart leaped with joy. He looked around and Sseeing nothing and no one nearby, he quickly ran towards the light.
Arriving at the source of the light, Mo Wangchen found a rock wall covered in weeds.
After cautiously clearing away the weeds, he saw a small tree with just a few leaves. On it, Mo Wangchen saw a fruit—the origin of the light he had spotted.
"Holy Fruit!"