Vance was full of doubts.
He had guarded the inner treasury for tens of millions of years and knew every nook and cranny of it.
Forget a complete divine artifact—there was not even half a fragment of a divine-grade weapon.
What could his master possibly give the Demon Empress after going inside?
But he did not dare ask.
His master's thoughts were not his to speculate upon.
Vance bent even lower at the waist and hurried ahead to lead the way.
Their footsteps brushed across the black stone floor with soft rustling sounds.
As they went deeper, the tombstones grew denser.
Rows upon rows of black stone tombstones stood neatly arranged, stretching beyond sight.
Every tombstone bore a name and a whale-shaped mark.
Some were tall, some short; some whole, some broken.
These were all veteran Thunder Whale Guards who had once followed the Thunder Whale God into battle across the land.
They had risen from slaves in the arena to generals through slaughter, only to be buried far from home in the end.
As Vance looked at the familiar tombstones, his steps gradually slowed.
A trace of melancholy flashed through his clouded eyes.
These people had all crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood alongside him.
Back then, they had eaten together in the same arena, overthrown the old empire together, and followed the Thunder Whale God to conquer the world.
Yet in the end, they had all been buried in this damned place, unable even to return to their homeland.
Vance's nose stung faintly.
After guarding this place for tens of millions of years, he had grown old as well.
Walking behind him, Zhong Shenxiu saw through the old man's thoughts at once.
He said nothing. Instead, he stepped forward, reached out, and hooked an