In the blink of an eye, another half year passed.
During this half year, the Underworld Mountains of the City of Ancient Emperors became a place where many of the geniuses frequented. However, any discoveries to be found were few and far between. The inheritances had long been seized by those who’d gone in early, and there was no longer anything of good fortune lying around. Occasionally, there would be people who didn’t believe that, and they even went so far as to infuriate the eight immortal emperors lying the coffins, leading to extremely miserable consequences.
Zi Daoyang, Zhan Peng and Little Rascal were still in the cavern, slowly comprehending their portion of the inheritance.