The other highly skilled individuals had also intended to rush over to snatch it, but they quickly stopped in their tracks.
They held a certain degree of wariness towards this Grandmaster who had already reached the midway point.
The old man let out a hearty laugh, his hands gingerly pressing down.
A look of sheer greed shone on his face as he murmured, "It's mine, all mine! All three pieces of the ancient cultivators' bones are mine. I believe that once I brew you into a soup..."
"I... I will surely become a Great Grandmaster."
As he spoke, he became even more excited.
Suddenly, he let out a piercing, agonizing scream.
He had originally concentrated all his life's strength in his palms, intending to fight against the energy stored within the Original Stone, bit by bit tearing it apart to extract the Heavenly Remnant Bones inside.