Shocked and furious, Profound Spell High Holiness pointed at the sky and cursed, "Old Farts! You're despicable! I've cultivated for countless years at the Saint Emperor Mountain and obtained countless merits. But you b*stards treat me like this?! You are sending me to die for that treasure?!"
"Fortune and disaster are closely related," Shen Gongbao said, "Whenever a treasure is about to come out, everyone in the world are faced with tribulations. There are people who obtain the treasure, and there are naturally people who are killed by the tribulations."
Profound Spell High Holiness remembered that each time when a treasure came out, it had always caused a bloody catastrophe and the deaths of countless immortals.
Considering the words that the Daoist named Shen Gongbao had said, he instantly felt that this immortal was intelligent and mysterious.
"Then, do you mean that I'm the one being killed by the tribulation?"