The Road Home
He, too, was someone who repaid kindness.
A kindness received was remembered for a thousand years!
The other party had saved his life; he owed them an enormous debt of gratitude.
Su Ziming had even considered repaying them with his life, yet the other party had only asked him to help find something.
The request left Su Ziming completely baffled.
Logically speaking, if one was searching for something, there should at least be an approximate location.
Yet the other party had said that he did not know either. He had only described its appearance and said that when touched and activated with one's vital energy, it would flash with five-colored radiance.
He had also said that the item was inside a tomb, and it was called the "Dragon Breath Jade Plate!"
He did not know where the tomb was, but it was not in the Dragon Kingdom.
If anyone else had heard this, they would only have felt that it was making things difficult—like fishing a needle out of the sea.
But Su Ziming was stubbornly single-minded.
The other party had saved his life. Repaying them with his life would not have been excessive, much less simply searching for an item.
And so, he embarked on a ten-year journey to find it.
He traveled through countless nations, searching for ancient tombs.
During that time, he encountered all manner of events.
He met all kinds of people.
His life had also hung by a thread many times.
Yet opportunities had always accompanied him.
At thirty years old, he had reached Martial Ancestor Stage Three. He had relied on no one; he had forged himself through hardship alone.
His body was covered in wounds!
He entered certain ancient tombs, and even when they did not contain what he sought,