After the familiar sensation of weightlessness passed, he once again arrived in that vast, deathly silent space.
The Myriad Worlds Garbage Transfer Station.
Compared to last time, the mountain of garbage was much smaller, but the odors lingering in the air were even more complex.
There was the smell of scorched metal, rotting medicinal herbs, and even a faint trace of blood.
Chen Lin wasted no time and immediately began his weekly "treasure hunt."
He surveyed his surroundings, extending his senses at the Qi Refinement Fifth Layer to carefully probe every inch of the space.
Cold metal wreckage, decaying organic matter, broken remnants of magical artifacts... everything lay silent, without any sign of life.
Good. Looks like it's safe this time too, Chen Lin thought. His worries vanished completely, and the burning excitement of treasure hunting reignited in his eyes.
He set off, quickly searching through the small mountain of garbage.
Before long, beneath a pile of scorched armor fragments, he discovered part of a body severed by a sharp weapon.
The corpse wore a dark yellow Daoist robe of a kind Chen Lin had never seen. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, clearly the result of a single fatal blow.
Chen Lin's gaze was instantly drawn to a small, delicate pouch at the corpse's waist, woven from some unknown thread.
"A Storage Bag!"
Delight spread across his face!
After more than a month, he had finally found another Storage Bag!
Suppressing his wild excitement, he hurried forward and carefully removed the Storage Bag from the corpse.
The bag felt slightly cool in his hand. No restrictions or spiritual sense imprints barred his access. Clearly, with its owner dead, it had become ownerless.
Chen Lin did not rush to inspect its contents. Instead, he clutched the Storage Bag