Fishing for Survival

(An additional part was added after the previous chapter)

A Great Sword—it was actually a Great Sword?!

Seeing the White-Haired Old Man fish a simple, ancient Black Great Sword out of the sea with a Fishing Rod, Qin Guan and Zi Qing were utterly dumbfounded. They had thought the White-Haired Old Man had hooked a huge fish, but he had actually pulled up a sword?

"After guarding this place for half a day, that was the only bite I got, and it turned out to be nothing more than a broken Emperor Weapon. What a waste of excitement!" The White-Haired Old Man stuffed the Great Sword into his Storage Bag with some disdain.

"Whoosh!"

The White-Haired Old Man flung the Fishing Rod back into the sea and continued sitting on the rock, fishing.

Qin Guan swallowed and looked toward the boundless sea, marveling inwardly, An Emperor Weapon... Could the seabed be packed with treasures?

"Looks like this sea isn't for fishing fish, but for fishing up treasures left behind when the Shattered Heavens fell apart." Zi Qing murmured softly, her gaze sweeping across the silent figures fishing in a row along the shore. Uncertainty filled her eyes.

All these people looked as though they had lost their cultivation. It seemed this island had a Great Dao Restriction that could suppress everyone's cultivation realm to nothing.

"New arrivals?"

Just then, the White-Haired Old Man, who had been fishing, suddenly turned his head toward Qin Guan and Zi Qing.

Hearing this, Qin Guan hurriedly bowed respectfully to the White-Haired Old Man. "This junior entered this place by accident. May I ask, Senior, where is this place, and why is everyone fishing here?"

Hearing this, the White-Haired Old Man first glanced at his float, then said softly,

"This sea is a burial ground