After searching the memories, Ye Chen immediately delved in for a thorough understanding.
Just as the two bandits had said, this was an extremely mysterious secret treasure. Even the countless bandits deep within the Plunder Heaven Plains only knew it belonged to a legendary treasure, most likely involving some important Divine Spirit inheritance from the Ancient Divine Domain.
Historically, there had been a person who entered the Ancient Divine Domain, obtained a heaven-defying opportunity, rapidly rose to prominence after leaving, and ultimately became a Supreme Great Power who shook the ages.
It was rumored that he, too, had obtained a similar treasure in the past.
Therefore, this mysterious secret treasure drove many great bandits to madness with desire. At the very least, it was related to an ancient Great Sage—a peerless existence standing at the very pinnacle of the myriad realms, a being even Heavenly Kings would look up to but could never hope to reach.
However, regarding the existence of this treasure—what it actually looked like—it had always been shrouded in extreme mystery. Only a very small number of people knew, such as the twenty-four great bandits and some other highly important bandits who had the qualifications to be informed.
Others merely heard rumors and had no idea what it was like.
Only one highly credible rumor had spread deep within the Plunder Heaven Plains: this mysterious secret treasure was currently being transported and escorted by a certain merchant caravan, hidden from prying eyes, secretly being delivered to the deepest parts of the Plunder Heaven Plains.
Someone wanted to use it to enter the Ancient Divine Domain, rely on this mysterious treasure to obtain the important inheritance there, and thus achieve the supreme position.
Upon learning this news, the many great bandits of the Plunder Heaven Plains all went mad. They mobilized their forces, their gazes all turning toward every merchant caravan approaching the inner regions. Believing there was a definite possibility the treasure was with one of these caravans, they each led their respective bandit armies out to seize this mysterious secret treasure.
And the great bandit Wang Tian suspected the Ten-Thousand-Man Merchant Caravan. In a way, this was a tragedy.
Ye Chen finally understood the cause and effect of the truth. Unfortunately, regarding the true appearance of that mysterious secret treasure, aside from a few great bandits, hardly anyone else had the qualifications to know.
This was a regret.
It must be said, this treasure was truly very attractive.
However, what concerned him most wasn't this point, but another very important piece of information he obtained.
In the Plunder Heaven Plains, if one killed a great bandit, they could qualify to replace them, becoming a great bandit of a generation, gain the qualification to enter seclusion in Dark Night City, and even obtain the ancient city within the Plunder Heaven Plains that belonged to the slain bandit.
Actually, this matter had also been mentioned on the Memory Jade, but he had automatically ignored it at the time.
Now he understood: if he could kill the eighteenth great bandit, Wang Tian, he would gain the qualification to enter Dark Night City, without needing to spend so much effort and use various means to secretly infiltrate the city.
Even taking a step back, even if he couldn't enter, he would still qualify to obtain the City Lord position of his Plunder Heaven Plains ancient city, Wind Heaven City.
There were a total of thirty-six ancient cities with long histories in the Plunder Heaven Plains. Legend said they were all rebuilt upon the ruins of ancient cities from the Mythical Era, holding great significance.
Naturally, the one at the very center was Dark Night City. The other thirty-five ancient cities were all not too far from Dark Night City.
If he obtained the City Lord position of Wind Heaven City, it would be greatly convenient for future siege battles.
Whether it was the mysterious secret treasure related to the Ancient Divine Domain inheritance or the City Lord position, Ye Chen was quite interested.
Making a prompt decision, Ye Chen no longer hesitated. He turned to gaze in the direction of the Black Storm, then shot into the sky. With a whoosh, he condensed into a streak of golden light, charging toward that location with a speed akin to chasing a shooting star.
His goal had changed: to kill Wang Tian and replace him!
Boom! Rumble—
The battle between the merchant caravan and the bandits was still ongoing, and it remained extremely fierce. Divine radiance and laws flew through the sky, dazzling brilliance was everywhere, heaven and earth were in chaos, mountains and rivers shattered—it was an extremely explosive and intense scene.
However, the scales of victory had long since tipped toward the bandit side.
The merchant caravan side had suffered heavy casualties. Corpse after corpse lay strewn across the ground, a mountain of bodies and a sea of blood. Broken limbs and ruined bodies were scattered everywhere, the dripping blood having long since dyed the earth red—a truly tragic sight.
Facing the fierce and vicious numerous bandits, the many experienced mercenary groups of the caravan were continuously retreating step by step. They were almost forced out of the protective range of the flagpoles, about to be exposed within the Black Storm.
Furthermore, during this time, the two Demi-Saints, as the top-tier combat power, had been severely wounded. They were coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, their radiance dim, their divine armor cracked. They had little ability to fight back, only able to struggle bitterly to hold on. Their auras were still quite feeble; clearly, they couldn't sustain the fight much longer.
One extra Demi-Saint was the greatest threat, let alone two extra Demi-Saints. Being crushed by double the numbers was undoubtedly an extremely terrifying blow to the caravan side, a completely one-sided situation.
Defeat was only a matter of sooner or later; there was simply no way to fight a prolonged battle.
All these factors illustrated the caravan's current dire straits. They were utterly weak, completely overpowered. How could they continue to fight?
They had no strength left to fight.
Many of the caravan's experts already wore expressions of despair on their faces, seeing not a shred of hope for survival. How could they continue the fight?
If not for the fearsome Black Storm blocking their escape on the periphery, they would have long since fled. Why would they still be here?
Boom—
The heavy clouds in the sky were all swept away, exploding into the most brilliant and blazing dazzling radiance, as if a blinding sun-star was majestically rising, hanging in the long sky, carrying terrifying dao fluctuations.
This was the might of the clash between the two supreme Saints, forcing even the Black Storm to retreat.
A moment later, a withered, pitch-black figure fell from the sky. Covered in blood, with several bloody holes piercing through his body front to back—deep enough to see bone—his dragon whip was damaged, almost broken into several pieces.
This person was precisely the old Saint who had been dueling Wang Tian earlier. Gone was his previous imposing and dignified demeanor. Falling from the sky, severely wounded, he fell into unconsciousness and was quickly caught by an expert from the caravan.
Even a powerful, veteran Saint who had been in the Saint Treasury Realm for many years could not contend with the Eighteenth Bandit.
All these factors signaled the caravan's defeat.
Witnessing this scene, the entire caravan's morale was struck to its lowest point, sinking into unparalleled feebleness.
The Eighteenth Bandit, Wang Tian, descended from the sky, stepping down the void stairs as if walking on solid ground, slowly descending like an invincible deity, making everyone feel an awe-inspiring, fearsome demeanor that could not be resisted.
At this moment, a golden figure was approaching like lightning!