Driven by curiosity about the history of the Sun Moon Dao Sect, Jiang Chuan followed Bai Mengqiu to the cemetery in the sect's rear mountains.
Strands of silver formation patterns, like slithering little snakes, had been branded into the earth.
Even though many Sun Moon Dao Sect cultivators had traveled afar and left Wuquan Star, the formations still guarded the peace of the sect's forebears.
Rumble!
With a single palm strike from Bai Mengqiu, the ground split apart, and the silver formation patterns crumbled into ash.
"I wonder what treasures the Sun Moon Dao Sect's ancestors left behind?"
Jiang Chuan looked at the exposed stone coffin and hurried over.
Full of anticipation, he lifted the coffin lid.
The next moment, a skeleton and a piece of beast hide appeared before his eyes.
"Martial Uncle, it would be such a waste for your Natal Magic Treasure, the Sea Flame Lamp, to be buried with you. Your martial nephew will put it to use." Ancestor Ziyun read the words written on the beast hide.
Jiang Chuan: "..."
What was this?
Someone from the same trade had beaten him to it!
No, a tomb robber had gotten there before him, an archaeologist, and stolen the treasure!
"Could it be that all the burial goods of the Sun Moon Dao Sect's forebears were stolen by their descendants?"
"Probably... not?"
Bai Mengqiu answered, but she sounded utterly lacking in confidence.
Jiang Chuan soon proved his guess correct.
He opened more than a dozen coffins in succession, and every one contained nothing but bones and messages left by Sun Moon Dao Sect disciples.
"Master, your magic treasures are now your disciple's. I'll take good care of Martial Mother and Junior Sister for you."
Ancestor Ziyun raised a paw at the inscription on the bronze coffin and