Shen Fan left without hesitation.
His figure flashed like a ghost through the depths of the tomb passage.
With no Spiritual Sense to scout ahead, he relied on memory and instinct, sprinting back along the route he had taken.
The doors of the Main Tomb Chamber fell farther and farther behind him.
The dense aura of a Realm Lord-level treasure grew fainter and fainter.
"Phew..."
Only when he could no longer sense that aura did Shen Fan breathe a little easier.
But he still did not stop.
Whatever lay behind those doors gave him a sense of danger he could not put into words.
Shen Fan had always trusted his instincts—it was that caution that had kept him alive through one life-or-death crisis after another.
There's definitely something wrong with whatever's behind those doors.
As he ran, Shen Fan's thoughts raced.
The moment I left, that violent surge of aura erupted. That means whatever's in there has been watching me all along!
Either some ancient monster is hiding in there!
Or after billions of years, something inside has changed!
Either way, I shouldn't touch it.
The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that he had made the right choice.
I'm at the Fourth Layer of Nirvana now.
Out in the world, I'm already strong enough to roam wherever I please.
Why gamble my life on some elusive Realm Lord-level treasure?
Growing stronger without taking needless risks—that's the way to go.
A sharp glint flashed through Shen Fan's eyes, and he quickened his pace.
Just as he was about to leave the Grand Tomb's grounds, a thought struck him, and a wicked smile tugged at his lips.
Oh, right. Those three...
They spent the whole trip gathering treasures, and now it's all mine.
But that's not enough.