The seawater parted, not splashing so much as a drop onto Lin Xuan's robes. For it to have such a miraculous effect, it was naturally because he had hidden a Water-Avoiding Bead in his bosom.
This was a magic artifact unique to the Sea Race. It was not considered anything particularly remarkable; an average-quality one was worth only around a hundred Spirit Stones. Foundation Establishment... even Spirit Movement Stage cultivators could afford it.
But it was indeed convenient to the extreme.
By borrowing this item's power, Lin Xuan dove into the depths of the sea.
Before his eyes was a stretch of deep blue, but the farther down he went, the murkier it became. From time to time, fish or other marine creatures swam past his eyes. Of course, Lin Xuan would not go creating new branches outside the main trunk.
Even underwater, the effect on his divine sense was not great. Very soon, the thing he was looking for entered his line of sight.
At the bottom of the sea were all kinds of strangely shaped stones, and the colors of the coral reefs were even more dazzling and resplendent. However, what drew Lin Xuan's attention was a ship.
It was around a hundred zhang long, its surface mottled with rust. Clearly, this ship had sunk to the seabed a very long time ago.
Yet it had been preserved very well. A trace of joy flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes. This was the target of his trip.
Venerable Black Wind had truly gone to some trouble, actually thinking up such a trick to store treasure—hiding all the rare and precious treasures they had seized over the years aboard this sunken ship at the bottom of the sea.
This place was desolate to the extreme. Let alone immortal cultivators, even