Xia Lin stared fixedly at the canvas, every muscle in his body taut. The [Windwalker Blade] glinted coldly beneath the [Light Spell], ready for any danger.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Nothing happened.
He slowly relaxed his stance, but the vigilance in his eyes did not lessen in the slightest.
In this godforsaken place that had buried countless secrets, any carelessness could prove fatal.
He cautiously approached and reached out to touch the canvas. Rough, damp—it really was just an ordinary piece of fabric.
(Wind?)
He looked toward the area the canvas had originally covered.
Threads of breeze were steadily seeping through the dense gaps between the vines.
Xia Lin hesitated no longer. He swung his sword and began clearing the vines covering the wall.
The sharp blade severed those tough plants, and the fallen vines hit the ground with dull thuds.
Then he stepped back several paces and used the [Light Spell] to see more clearly.
The vine-covered area had the remarkably neat outline of a rectangle, roughly five meters tall, while its width was impossible to determine.
Rather than an opening, the unmistakable signs of artificial cutting made it look more like the entrance to a massive corridor blocked off by vines.
[Item Appraisal] swept over the exposed stone.
[Target: Ancient Artificially Cut Stone Wall (Entrance Section)] [Material: Unknown Black Dense Rock (Extremely High Hardness)] [Age: Approximately 12,300 Years Ago (Margin of Error ±500 Years)] [Information: High-precision cutting technique. Faint residual traces of an energy seal remain on the surface (now inactive). Suspected entrance structure of an ancient underground facility.] [Remarks: Behind the wall—what is breathing?]
"An artificial creation from over twelve thousand years ago?" Xia Lin muttered. "Its age matches that yacht's astonishingly well!"
His heartbeat quickened involuntarily.
This Underground Cave, these wrecks from