Lu Ye failed to sense any trace of living beings on the spirit boat.
Thinking about it, that made sense. The spirit boat had clearly gone through a brutal battle; it had been damaged to such an extent, so how could any cultivators still remain? They had either died or fled.
At this point, Lu Ye could no longer determine whether the spirit boat before him was truly the opportunity Feng Rumuo had pointed out.
This spirit boat had drifted here from some unknown corner of the starry sky, and no one knew where it would drift next. Before Lu Ye encountered it, it must have wandered for a very long time.
That being the case, other cultivators must have encountered this vessel before. If there really had been anything valuable aboard, it could not possibly have waited for him to search for it.
Lu Ye was certain that this was most likely nothing more than a worthless wrecked warship.
For a moment, he lost interest. Still, since he had encountered it, he ought to explore it.
He circled the spirit boat several more times, sweeping it with his divine sense from every angle. Finding nothing unusual, Lu Ye finally stopped and condensed a Clone.
Even if he could conclude that there was no danger aboard this spirit boat, he still needed to be cautious. When cultivators ventured through the starry sky, insufficient caution would bring misfortune sooner or later.
Soon, the Sword Cultivator Clone appeared beside Lu Ye. After dressing the Clone, Lu Ye did not equip him with the Sword Gourd this time. He was only going in to investigate, so the Sword Gourd should not be needed.
With a thought, the Clone descended toward the spirit boat.
The moment he stepped onto the deck, he saw traces