Unfortunately, he had been given a chance and failed to seize it.
"I'll leave you an intact corpse. Not many living beings have managed to leave an intact corpse in my hands. You're one of them."
Looking at Xuan Wu's corpse, Ye Lin thought to himself.
Though it had no head, it was still far better than a dried corpse.
Having finished everything, Ye Lin looked into the distance and flew toward the sinkhole at the very center. When he reached it and saw the monster's enormous corpse, he fell silent for a moment before flying straight down into the depths.
At the bottom of the sinkhole, he had already sensed three auras. This world was never short of clever people.
The fools were still recovering, while the clever ones had already begun searching for treasure.
Unfortunately, Ye Lin had discovered them. Not one of them would be leaving.
The sinkhole was extremely deep. The farther down he went, the thinner the spiritual energy became. A rotten stench also hung in the air, unbearably foul.
But to a cultivator of Ye Lin's level, this was nothing more than a drizzle.
After descending for several dozen seconds, Ye Lin's feet finally touched the ground. It was pitch-black all around, without the slightest trace of light, yet in Ye Lin's eyes, it was as bright as day.
All around him were cave entrances leading in every direction, the tunnels crisscrossing one another.
"Could this be where that monster stored its tentacles?"
Comparing the size of the cave entrances with the monster's tentacles, Ye Lin found that they were nearly identical. He had found the truth.
"Since these large holes were all made by the tentacles, that means there's nothing good here."
"The real treasure is... below."
Ye Lin swept his gaze around,