Fear spread among the sect members.
Yet at the same time, excitement burned in their eyes.
After all, the Core Formation realm was the absolute peak of existence in Dadangar Subcontinent. If someone manages to break that ceiling and really becomes a Nascent Soul King of this era, they would immediately become the de facto ruler of the subcontinent as a whole, even above the Lords.
Danger and opportunity had always walked together.
Heilam took a step forward.
His massive body stood firm against the pressure, like an unmoving mountain. His eyes shone with sharp light as he looked into the darkness of the cave.
"A treasure meant for Nascent Soul Kings," he said slowly. "Do you know what that means?"
No one answered.
"It means risk," he continued. "And it means a chance that may never come again."
He turned around and faced the elders and disciples behind him.
