Over the next ten years, Lu Li became much more skilled at wriggling around. His efficiency improved considerably, and he explored more than a dozen additional rooms.
Unfortunately, Lu Li's luck did not seem particularly good. He did not find any extraordinary treasures.
This ruin was terrifyingly poor, excessively clean. Forget divine weapons, precious artifacts, or immortal pills—he had not even seen a single blade of grass.
There were many relief carvings high up on the room's walls, seemingly recounting certain historical events. Unfortunately, Lu Li's perception was currently limited, and the place was dark and unlit. He could only see a few meters ahead, making it impossible to know what the carvings recorded.
Just as Lu Li was beginning to feel discouraged, he wriggled forward twice. Without paying attention, the Red Origin Source he was dragging struck something as he turned a corner. It sounded like wood. Then, amid a creaking noise, Lu Li sensed something behind and to the side about to topple over.
Lu Li immediately mustered every ounce of strength he had, dragging the Red Origin Source aside in his jaws. By a narrow margin, he kept it from being crushed.
They were now nothing more than mush made from their true spirits, with only some origin source remaining. They were different from illusory souls; they could be considered material things that truly existed.
Furthermore, they had become incredibly weak. If they were struck, their mush would become even more tangled, and whether they could awaken afterward would be hard to say. Lu Li did not dare let the Red Origin Source be hit.
After moving it out of danger, Lu Li finally had the leisure to investigate. He turned around and wriggled twice, then discovered in delight that what the Red Origin Source had bumped