The Shy Gold Spirit

Hanyu's strange actions immediately drew sidelong glances from many powerful cultivators. They watched him rush out of the sea, then hurriedly fly toward the Eastern Territory.

What was going on?

It seemed no one could make sense of it, though they did see Hanyu leave with a foolish grin on his face.

The former site of Nanli Sword Lodge had long since been abandoned. With Hanyu's current strength, it took him less than half an hour to reach it.

Only broken walls and ruins remained. The surrounding peaks had been battered into collapse, and weeds now sprouted from every corner. Before long, the traces of Nanli Sword Lodge's former existence would be swallowed by this desolate landscape.

Hanyu's figure darted back and forth through the area, rising and falling, plunging into the mountains, leaping into ravines, soaring into the air, or burrowing underground.

In the end, even the Artifact Spirit couldn't help but rush out of Hanyu's Sea of Consciousness and search the area alongside him.

Too many traces of the battle here had been buried. Otherwise, the search wouldn't have been so troublesome.

The Artifact Spirit darted through the mountains, searching the battlefield just as Hanyu was.

At last, amid Hanyu's shouts, they found a huge stone sword in a ravine, driven straight into the earth with only its hilt exposed.

"Good thing we found it. If it were buried any deeper, we'd have had to dig three feet down."

Hanyu breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to the Artifact Spirit, grateful.

Digging three feet down wouldn't be difficult for him now, but it would still be a lot of trouble.

"Let's try!"

The Artifact Spirit rushed over and channeled the power of its Sea of Consciousness into the hilt. Streams of power flowed into it, but, to