Before the grandiose mural, thousands of cultivators formed various-sized groups, setting up defensive and alert formations before cautiously selecting suitable targets from the mural to attempt.

Occasionally, a cultivator would scream in agony, blood streaming from their seven orifices as they fell, or their divine soul would suffer severe damage, forcing them to hurriedly take out pills for healing. Yet, this did not dampen their enthusiasm.

Sometimes, a cultivator would obtain a high-grade magical or spirit treasure, or perhaps some pills or cultivation techniques, immediately drawing envious and jealous gazes. If not for the setting, someone might have already attempted to seize it by force.

Fortunately, the opportunities here seemed abundant, and better treasures had yet to appear, making it unwise to fight to the death over minor gains.