Amidst the vast, boundless mountains, several Nascent Soul stage cultivators sat cross-legged atop solitary peaks, resembling old monks deep in meditation. For months, they had remained silent, yet each had extended their divine sense fully, monitoring the temple entrance and every subtle shift in the surrounding environment. Though they harbored faint hostilities towards one another, they maintained a semblance of cooperation; it was believed that should any cultivator of the same rank intrude at this moment, the four would undoubtedly unite to strike them down.

Suddenly, the closed eyes of the White Bone Demon Lord and the other three Nascent Soul cultivators snapped open simultaneously. Their vast, expansive divine senses all converged upon the temple entrance. The transparent, heavy energy barrier guarding the entrance was seen rippling, hinting at a subtle sign of loosening.

Though months might be negligible in the lifespan of a Nascent Soul cultivator, the matter of the divine temple was of such grave importance that it caused these cultivators, despite their outwardly serene appearance, to burn with anxiety deep within their cores. How could they not be concerned and tense when the long-silent entrance finally exhibited such a noticeable movement?

Without any verbal command, the figures of the four Nascent Soul cultivators flickered. In merely a few breaths of time, they had descended outside the temple entrance, each with a fluctuating expression as they gazed upon the agitated sealing barrier.

"Prophet, this temple is the sacred ground of your Barbarian Tribe. Now that such an anomaly has occurred, what is the explanation?" The White Bone Demon Lord stood with his hands clasped behind his back, maintaining an outwardly composed demeanor, yet he was exceedingly vigilant. The elders of the other two tribes—the Unicorne—also turned their gazes toward Prophet Kukas.

Though no words had been exchanged for months, the group had privately communicated numerous times via secret messages. Each harbored hidden agendas, their alliances tangled and complex. Yet, one thing was certain: if that Barbarian Saintess were to gain immense fortune within, the White Bone Demon Lord would certainly ally with the Unicorne elders to suppress Kukas. In the end, it all boiled down to the entanglement of interests; everyone was calculating to maximize their own gains.

However, none of these individuals could have ever conceived that Lei Dong, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, would devise a scheme to net all four of them. This wasn't due to a lack of wisdom—any cultivator capable of distinguishing themselves to achieve the Indestructible Nascent Soul stage possesses great wisdom and immense willpower. It was simply that, in their eyes, a Foundation Establishment cultivator was no more than an ant. No matter how strong Lei Dong might be, even if he could challenge an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, they would never take him seriously. Such was their habitual thinking.

"Perhaps someone has inherited the temple's legacy," Kukas stated calmly, unwilling to show any carelessness under the combined pressure of the three cultivators of equal rank.

Just as everyone knitted their brows, the energy seal on the entrance suddenly vanished with a booming sound. In its place appeared only the spatial teleportation vortex, continuously spinning like a miniature cosmos.

Each of them pressed their divine sense forward, their faces showing expressions of shock and uncertainty—it seemed the seal had truly been broken? Their divine senses could clearly and directly perceive every minute detail of that spatial teleportation vortex and its fluctuating energy.

If my power allows me to enter this divine temple? This thought immediately surfaced in the minds of the Nascent Soul cultivators. However, this impulse was swiftly suppressed. When dealing with the laws of space, even Nascent Soul cultivators could only scrape the very surface. They held a profound reverence for any manifestation of spatial power.

Nevertheless, they were veteran Nascent Soul cultivators; each summoned their respective puppet war pets or similar artifacts. Having lived to their age, they naturally possessed some items of this nature. Of course, finding puppets or pets that reached the Nascent Soul cultivation level was exceedingly rare. Puppets, ghost servants, or war pets at the Nascent Soul level were terrifyingly scarce, unlike the abundance of same-level pets found in the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment stages.

Judging purely by the exorbitant price and rarity of premium spirit ghosts with immense potential to advance into Ghost Kings, one could gauge the preciousness of independent combat power at the Nascent Soul level. It could be said that the vast majority of Nascent Soul cultivators could not afford an auxiliary combat force of their own tier.

Consequently, the puppets and war pets summoned by these Nascent Soul cultivators were all at the Golden Core level, at most high-stage Golden Core. Even so, this was enough to confirm their suspicions. These auxiliary forces not only individually surpassed the restrictions of the seal but also each possessed a divine soul imprint corresponding to the Nascent Soul level. One of the principles behind the entrance seal's limitations was precisely the judgment based on these soul imprints to identify entrants.

This was also one of the reasons why Lei Dong and his group could bring their Golden Core combat forces into the temple, while these Nascent Soul cultivators could not.

They each controlled those Golden Core combat forces, attaching a wisp of their divine sense. Almost without resistance, those Golden Core forces were teleported into the trial ground. The sliver of divine sense they attached also passed through unimpeded, subsequently expanding outward like wildfire from that foundation, instantly covering an area spanning hundreds of miles. When they perceived through their divine sense the celestial treasures scattered almost everywhere within the trial ground—each stalk possessing tens of thousands of years of maturity—

Even the Nascent Soul cultivators' eyes turned red. It must be known that any single Nascent Soul cultivator, facing one or even a few such mature items, would merely show surprise with a calm face. However, facing such a vast quantity of rare resources could induce a feeling of madness.

The White Bone Demon Lord, already advanced in years, had been stuck at a cultivation bottleneck for many years. He had almost given up hope of further advancement. But now, his heart was beating uncontrollably. With so many resources, if the entire temple was filled with treasures of this magnitude, perhaps he would have a chance—a sliver of a chance—to break through to the supreme Spirit Transformation level. Once he achieved Spirit Transformation, both his strength and lifespan would multiply several times over.

How could such an opportunity not drive the White Bone Demon Lord to madness? Using a Ghost General under his control, the White Bone Demon Lord slaughtered a peak Foundation Establishment exotic beast and plucked a Golden Ginseng that was a full thirty thousand years old. After carefully observing it via divine sense and confirming it was a genuine treasure and not an illusion, the White Bone Demon Lord finally lost restraint. With a flash, he plunged directly into the divine temple.

As expected, without any obstruction, the White Bone Demon Lord materialized within a certain trial area. His vast and immense aura, the moment he appeared, threw the peak Foundation Establishment demonic beasts into utter terror, causing them to prostrate themselves and tremble. Demonic beasts possess an instinctual awareness of strength far greater than humans.

The others all experienced similar outcomes to the White Bone Demon Lord. Seeing the White Bone Demon Lord take the lead, and having their own considerations, they all subsequently stepped into the trial grounds. Nascent Soul cultivators have lived long; they are old and cunning, having weathered countless storms. Each possesses various life-saving techniques. While one might be defeated in a direct fight, completely trapping and killing a Nascent Soul cultivator is extremely difficult. Even several peers surrounding and intercepting them might allow the target to escape. Any Nascent Soul cultivator, due to their long lifespan, naturally has ample time and resources to perfect all manner of escape and survival methods.

For this reason, direct conflicts between Nascent Soul cultivators are not frequent. If the White Bone Demon Lord seized the initiative, acquired a large amount of resources, and genuinely attempted to flee, he might indeed find an opportunity to escape. Moreover, the remaining three Nascent Soul cultivators were mortal enemies; even if they cooperated in a crisis, they could never be truly united. As for the Prophet, he had compelling reasons to enter. Prophet Kukas firmly believed that if any of the youths who entered earlier were to inherit the temple, it had to be the Saintess. After all, he understood the Saintess's methods best, and more importantly, he knew her status...

Furthermore, the temple's inheritance concerned the rise of the entire Barbarian Tribe, leaving Kukas no choice but to enter and protect the Saintess once his enemies had gone inside.

Lei Dong, barely able to control a small portion of this spatial sacred artifact, vaguely sensed four powerful entities breaking into the trial grounds. In other words, they had fallen into his trap. A cold smile touched his lips; as expected, the lure of profit kills people. He calmly closed the temple entrance, preparing to trap the turtles in the jar.

Not wishing for them to harvest too many celestial treasures and cause destruction, Lei Dong immediately initiated his plan. His first target was the Shadow Elder of the Unicorne tribe. When Lei Dong appeared within the range of the Shadow Elder's divine sense from a distance, the Shadow Elder, just as Lei Dong predicted, immediately abandoned his greed for heavenly treasures. His body flickered repeatedly as he lunged directly toward Lei Dong. After all, in his estimation, this Lei Dong might have already obtained the temple's inheritance. Compared to other things, the temple's inheritance was paramount.

Sensing the Shadow Elder's lightning-fast, extraordinary escape speed before him, Lei Dong felt a slight tightening in his chest; Nascent Soul cultivators were indeed terrifying. However, this was on his own turf, and Lei Dong held an absolute advantage. Relying on his slight control over the spatial sacred artifact and his familiarity with the surroundings, Lei Dong gradually lured the elder into the main spatial area of the temple.

"Hee-hee~ Brat, hand over the temple inheritance obediently, and this elder will spare your life," the Shadow Elder jeered with excited, strange laughter while pursuing Lei Dong, acting as if he had already won.

Suddenly, an incomparably powerful pressure violently pressed down on him, nearly forcing him to his knees. Just as the Shadow Elder's spirit was about to shatter from terror, he heard a muffled voice say, "Big Brother, is this brat your enemy?"