On a desolate plain, Han Changming, Ye Xin, and Han Debiao moved forward at a slow pace.
Han Changming's face was pale, and his eyes flickered with dazzling golden light.
He did not dare stop to rest. There were moving spatial rifts here, and he had to remain vigilant at all times.
Several faintly visible rifts drifted toward them, not very quickly.
"Not good! Spatial rifts! Move!"
Han Changming hurriedly pulled Han Debiao and Ye Xin aside, and they escaped unharmed.
"Huh? There are two corpses ahead."
Ye Xin let out a soft cry and pointed ahead.
Several thousand zhang away lay two humanoid skeletons. Two storage rings with dim spiritual light could vaguely be seen nearby.
Han Changming and the others went over for a closer look. One skeleton was missing its head, while the other had a shattered ribcage. They had clearly died beneath spatial rifts.
They picked up the two storage rings and poured out their contents.
There were over two million spirit stones. Among them was a small golden bell that gleamed brightly, with a miniature flood dragon engraved on its surface. Its spiritual aura was astonishing; it was clearly a spirit treasure.
The words "Golden Flood Dragon" were inscribed on the surface of the small golden bell. Besides this spirit treasure, there were four high-grade magic treasures, including a Five Poison Spirit-Extinguishing Fan that could release poisonous mist to harm enemies.
There were also various miscellaneous materials, ores, jade slips, jade boxes, and so on. A piece of red beast hide caught Han Changming's attention.
The red beast hide was a topographical map, complete with mountains and rivers. There were quite a few colored markings on it, seemingly denoting something.
"We've been to this place before. There are powerful restrictions there."
Ye Xin pointed at