You've Hit the Jackpot

Zhao Han controlled the Imperial Coffin as it cruised around the lakebed, but he didn't find a single usable magical treasure or weapon.

No matter how powerful these things had once been, once they entered this Sword Mound in the Lake—a veritable junkyard—their ultimate fate was the same.

"What's the point of this place?" After completing a circuit, Zhao Han couldn't help but ponder the question.

He simply couldn't understand why a place for destroying magical treasures and weapons would exist.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it.

Zhao Han returned to the surface of the lake, then to the Strange Rock Wilderness.

"That leaves the Storm Domain, the Bloody Battlefield, and the two unknown regions."

Controlling the Imperial Coffin, Zhao Han immediately flew toward the Pillar Forest, then entered the Storm Domain to the south.

The Storm Domain was somewhat like the Land of Falling Thunder. Storms could form anywhere at any moment.

They ranged from whirlwinds and gales to tornadoes and superstorms.

Any of these could threaten someone in the Aperture Opening Realm, though they weren't as dangerous as the falling thunder.

And the odds of surviving were much higher.

Of course, with the Imperial Coffin, these storms posed no threat to Zhao Han.

When the Imperial Coffin ventured deep into the Storm Domain, Zhao Han spotted people.

Not just one, but a whole group. They had been reduced to scattered chunks of corpses, and they'd been dead for several days.

They were none other than the Half-Demon, Half-Monsters from the Great Yin Dynasty.

They hadn't managed to leave in time. Trapped in the Storm Domain, they'd died without even a grave.

Since there were no flies in the Ancient Battlefield, maggots hadn't infested the chunks of flesh; the bodies had simply rotted.

Zhao