The Vanished Relics

At Qin Zhen's cry, Shen Mo and the others immediately surrounded the spot in streaks of light.

Sure enough.

Within the sea region she had searched, a middle-aged cultivator in his forties was struggling and sinking in the Sea of Bitterness. He wore a golden robe embroidered with dragon patterns, with graying temples. His attire, build, and features were exactly as the silver-haired boy had described his former self. He was indeed "True Lord Subduing Dragons," who had fallen into the Sea of Bitterness!

True Lord Subduing Dragons' Divine Soul had long since reincarnated as the silver-haired boy. Yet after more than six thousand five hundred years, the corpse still looked lifelike, its movements and expressions no different from those of a living person. It was indescribably eerie.

Looking at the corpse of his former life, the silver-haired boy wore a complicated expression. After pondering for a moment, he said, "There is something strange about the waters of the Sea of Bitterness. They can block our five senses and divine awareness. I cannot sense or contact any of the artifacts on that corpse! I must trouble Fellow Daoist Qingyun to salvage the corpse of my former life."

Hearing this, Shen Mo nodded and immediately manifested a huge hand of Killing Intent, reaching toward True Lord Subduing Dragons in the Sea of Bitterness.

Splash!

The seawater churned violently, and the corpse was forcibly hauled up. Yet its feet remained submerged beneath the surface. No matter how Shen Mo surged his mana, the corpse remained utterly unmoving, as though it had become one with the Sea of Bitterness.

Still, with most of the body lifted free of the sea, it was enough for the silver-haired boy to retrieve his treasures through a spell!

"Fellow Daoist, save me!"

"Save me!"

"Save me..."

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