Chen Lin's eyes lit up.
A spatial flying magic treasure.
The Silver Flying Boat he owned could seat a dozen or so people at most.
With a large-scale war between species looming, that carrying capacity was nowhere near enough.
But the Heavenly Shuttle was different.
It could hold five hundred people and cover a thousand miles in an instant.
That meant Chen Lin could reach the battlefield within minutes whenever sea beasts attacked any defensive line on Earth.
A true strategic transport asset.
"The flying boat can retire with honors now." Chen Lin put it into his storage ring, then turned to continue his search.
His divine sense combed through the ground inch by inch.
Half an hour later.
Chen Lin stopped before a mountain of enormous bones.
The bones were dark gold and stretched a thousand feet long. Though their owner had been dead for untold ages, the savage aura lingering on them still threw the surrounding gravitational field into utter chaos.
A demon beast beyond the nascent soul stage!
Chen Lin looked past the thick ribs, his gaze settling on the center of a shattered skull. Embedded there was a dark purple scale the size of his thumb.
He raised a hand and beckoned, drawing the scale into his palm.
The instant he touched it, an exceedingly faint strand of spiritual will slipped through his fingertips straight into his sea of consciousness.
"A human cultivator?"
A voice filled with endless weariness and weakness rang out in his mind.
Chen Lin's expression remained unchanged. His divine sense became a blade, instantly tracing the strand of spiritual will back to its source and locking onto it. "Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
The voice betrayed a weakness it could barely conceal, yet tried hard to project the weathered gravitas of