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Swain turned his gaze elsewhere again, his eyes filled with intense focus and sharpness as he searched meticulously, refusing to overlook a single corner.

Yet after all that effort, he could not find any other useful information. What remained was merely information about how people had lived after surviving, which was of no help whatsoever in finding the entrance to the Ancient Weapons.

"Why can't I find the entrance?" Swain wondered inwardly, his brow tightly furrowed, his face full of confusion and unwillingness.

The Ancient Weapons had to be inside these walls. He carefully searched along them horizontally, but the wall before him seemed endless. No matter how hard he searched, he could not find a single gap through which he could enter.

When he continued diving deeper into the sea, hoping to discover something farther below, all he saw were tightly sealed walls without the slightest flaw. Their cold, solid touch seemed to mock his futile efforts mercilessly.

Left with no other choice, Swain gave up searching for an entrance.

He closed his eyes and recalled the route he had just taken. Using his powerful mental strength, he shaped the seawater into a clear little map. He discovered that the path seemed to be arranged like the character "Hui", yet he had been walking in a straight line the whole time. It was truly strange.

He could not help worrying that this was some bizarre phenomenon like a ghost wall, trapping him in endless circles and wasting precious time. The thought made Swain's mood grow even heavier.

But there was one thing he was certain of: his Ripple Probe would not deceive him.

Swain had only thought of this unique detection method after seeing the Red Earl's bat sonar. As long as the ripples touched a solid object, they