White Palm Mountain, within the vast expanse of the Genesis Cradle, is hardly worth mentioning. The mountain is neither tall nor treacherous, lacking any top-tier treasures or dense Heaven-Earth energy. Even its natural laws are quite ordinary.
Mountains like this are countless within the Genesis Cradle, many of them so insignificant they do not even have a name.
Yet this ordinary mountain is now surrounded by cultivators. The reason is simple: White Palm Mountain has produced a supreme treasure—the Vast Iron Crystal.
Who wouldn’t want the Vast Iron Crystal? If one could refine it into a weapon, their strength would instantly rise to a whole new level.
Even those of lesser strength, if they could forge a magical artifact from the Vast Iron Crystal, might have a chance to break through the boundaries of the cosmos.
At this moment, atop White Palm Mountain stood a male cultivator as thin as a bamboo pole, standing well over two meters tall. His sparse, yellowish hair was rather peculiar.
Even more peculiar was the cultivator’s magical weapon—a massive eight-sided Heaven-Earth Hammer. For someone who looked as if the wind could blow him away, wielding such a colossal hammer seemed truly odd.
Behind this tall, thin cultivator was a white divine beast—a Twin-Tailed Panther. The beast lay upon a massive altar, clearly prepared for a blood sacrifice.
"Fellow Daoist Evan York, judging by the amount of Vast Iron Crystal here, there’s far more than you alone could possibly use. Heaven’s treasures belong to all who witness them. Isn’t it a bit domineering to try to claim all the Vast Iron Crystal for yourself?" Among the crowd of cultivators surrounding the thin man, someone stepped forward to advise.
Evan York’s expression was icy cold. His gaze swept across the crowd, tinged with murderous intent, as he replied, "Heaven’s treasures belong to all who witness them? I’ve been here for years, locking down this Vast Iron Crystal. I haven’t even searched for a Cosmic Dao Vein, and I’ve used up vast amounts of materials here. Now that the Vast Iron Crystal is about to be extracted, you all want a piece of the pie? Heh, if you’ve got the guts, come and take it. I, Evan York, would like to see whether you’re stronger or my Heaven-Earth Hammer is."