The Divine Tiger King glanced briefly, then cautiously asked, "Night King Ancient Race?"

The mysterious man in the black robe replied, "I am the Elder of the Night King Ancient Race, Ye Congfeng."

The Divine Tiger King quickly rose and saluted.

He was merely a local overlord, and encountering such "neighboring ancient races", his status was somewhat inferior. Moreover, it was not just status, but also because of what Ye Congfeng had said.

The Divine Tiger King snorted coldly, "Even though they are ancient races, I belong to the Formless Ancient Race, and this Lu Kingdom is also within the Formless Ancient Race Territory. Elder Congfeng, are you not crossing the line?"

Ye Congfeng didn't respond, just chuckled softly.

The Divine Tiger King coughed and continued, "The Formless Ancient Race is clear in their rewards and punishments, and I have made a great contribution this time, so they will certainly share some Treasure Pearls with me."

"That's more like it..." Ye Congfeng picked up the topic, smiling, "Speak openly, whether the Formless Ancient Race will share with you, you should know best in your heart.

Even if they do, with a hundred pearls, you receive only one. Are you willing?"

The Divine Tiger King squinted his eyes, asked in a deep voice, "Then what does Elder Congfeng suggest?"

Ye Congfeng replied, "It's simple, you just betray the Formless Ancient Race. We can split the treasures here."

"This... Elder Congfeng, what position would you place me in? That's impossible!" The Divine Tiger King snorted angrily. He wasn't stupid; even if he split the treasures, he'd need to survive to use them.

Ye Congfeng laughed, "Don't rush to refuse."

With that, he raised his voice respectfully, "Brother Yinghai, please show yourself."

As soon as the words fell, the entire sky suddenly chilled. A massive oppressive force mixing Blood Qi and Profound Qi descended from the heavens, shooting out from the distant mountain peak, without hiding its identity.

Flood Dragon pulling the palanquin, Black Crystal Flying Palanquin...

The curtain of the palanquin slightly lifted, revealing the face of a pale, sickly man. A fierce glare shot from his eyes, causing the Divine Tiger King to quickly lower his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

As soon as the Divine Tiger King lowered his head, his limbs began to tremble, muttering in his mouth, "Dragon Tomb Ancient Race."

The Dragon Tomb Ancient Race is the leader among ancient races, also the overlord.

Long Yinghai gazed down at the earth, speaking softly, "Lu Kingdom is just a barren Land Without Master. West Extremity Kingdom occupied this place recently, and the purpose is known to all.

However, I do not recognize it. Lu Kingdom is still a Land Without Master.

Divine Tiger King, do you have any objections?"

The Divine Tiger King remained silent.

At this time, a thought entered his mind.

Long Yinghai transmitted the thought, "Dig first. The more you dig, the more you can return with me to the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race Territory. Although we Dragon Tomb Ancient Race rarely interfere with surface matters, I promise you a good territory and will share some of the treasures here with you.

As for the Formless Celestial Venerable, don't worry about him. He's just a Late Stage Purple Mansion youngster.

He has some treasures, and he thinks he's something impressive.

You initially pretend to be fighting for the Formless Ancient Race's interest against me. When they arrive, incite conflict, and I will pull down this Fake God's pretense from the Formless Ancient Race.

How dare such a bastard claim the title of Celestial Venerable? My Dragon Tomb Ancient Race elders will oversee this matter. Go ahead; I will remember your merits.

Once that worthless Formless Celestial Venerable amounts to nothing, naturally, you need not fear him anymore."

The Divine Tiger King was stunned, feeling both joy and bitterness. With just this statement from Long Yinghai, he understood he had been drawn into the "ancient race overlord" struggle. Previously, he would certainly have rejected it, but now he coveted that Secret Treasure Pearl greatly.

After a little thought, the Divine Tiger King transmitted back, "I hope Lord Long keeps his word."

Long Yinghai transmitted, "Such trivial matters will not tarnish the reputation of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race."

The Divine Tiger King exhaled deeply, then shouted sternly, "Lu Kingdom clearly belongs to the Formless Ancient Race. Lord Long's hand is reaching too far! The Formless Celestial Venerable will soon arrive. Have you thought about the outcome, Lord Long?"

Long Yinghai snorted coldly.

The Divine Tiger King raised his hand, firmly saying, "Continue digging!"

The loose cultivators who had prepared to watch the show quickly bowed their heads and continued to dig.

An Li looked at Song Yan, blinking, but before speaking, Song Yan had already transmitted the thought, "Are you thinking the Divine Tiger King is loyal? Ha, he's already betrayed. Otherwise, where would he get the guts to speak to Long Yinghai like that? As for the purpose... It's likely about breaking the deal and sharing the treasures, right."

An Li:...

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After three days and nights of digging, the search range had already expanded to a hundred miles around Ziwun Village.

Then, on this morning, as the rosy dawn penetrated through the branches, a beam of incredibly dense light shot into the sky.

The light rapidly expanded, quickly changing from a thin line to finger-width, and soon to the width of a water tank, accompanied by the sound of "ka-ka" falling to the ground.

The treasure light shot into the sky, even the morning sun could not compete with its brilliance.

The Divine Tiger King and Ye Congfeng exchanged glances and almost simultaneously rushed forward.

But Long Yinghai was faster than them; the strong figure of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race had already lifted the curtain and descended, stopping in front of a ground hole.

This hole was found at the base of the mountain after a peak had been dug away...

At this time, that hole appeared like the pupil of a deity, glowing brilliantly.

Loose cultivators couldn't resist gathering around.

Jinming Zhenren and Mingcai Zhenren also had gleams in their eyes, eager to approach quickly.

But Jinming Zhenren took two steps when Song Yan grabbed his sleeve.

Jinming Zhenren turned his head.

Song Yan murmured softly, "Don't go; if anything unusual happens, run."

Jinming Zhenren's expression gave way, but Mingcai Zhenren's eyes showed greed, "Such great treasure light, even if a little spills, it's enough for us. Let's go! Why not go?"

Song Yan patted Jinming Zhenren's shoulder deeply.

Jinming Zhenren whispered, "Sword Kwangzi Daoist, do you know something?"

Song Yan nodded lightly.

He knew, of course, that there was a great treasure in that hole, and at the same time... he also smelled the aura of the Celestial Demon.

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