Yunshan Marsh.
Figures of cultivators hovered above the mineral vein. The robes of these cultivators bore the insignia of the Rakshasa Demon Valley, and their eyes blazed as they swept their gazes downward.
A sunken ruin.
Opportunities.
All kinds of thoughts swirled in their minds.
At the front, several demon elders with overwhelmingly powerful magical energy sat cross-legged atop a white demon-bone boat dharma treasure.
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