Xu Qingtong sat inside the Mountain Cave he had just excavated, his brows twisted into a knot. As he racked his brains, he spread his divine sense to probe his surroundings.
While he was meditating, Xizi suddenly burrowed out of the ground, clutching a broken metal fragment between two mandibles.
"Master, I dug this thing up. It feels rather unusual, but I don't recognize it. Could you see whether it's of any use?" Xizi sent Xu Qingtong a divine thought.
Xu Qingtong reached out to take it and examined it carefully in his hand. Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and an incredulous expression appeared on his face.
"This is a fragment of a treasure! Even a Golden Core cultivator's treasure was smashed to pieces! What on earth happened here?" Xu Qingtong murmured.
He felt as though his mind had short-circuited. What he saw before him seemed to exceed his understanding.
"Xizi, keep looking and see whether there's anything else suspicious!" Xu Qingtong instructed.
At a glance, this treasure fragment was clearly not a recent object. Although it was only a fragment, he could still tell that neither its material nor its refining methods were anything present-day Bingzhou could produce.
First, trees had been unearthed, and now a treasure fragment. Xu Qingtong's mind began racing. Slowly, a scene took shape in his mind.
In ancient times, this place had been a dense forest. One day, two or more mighty figures had fought a fierce battle here.
That battle had overturned heaven and earth, robbed the sun and moon of their light, reversed the cosmos, and turned seas into mulberry fields. In the blink of an eye, the once-lush forest had become a barren land crisscrossed with ravines.
As he pondered, Xizi came before Xu Qingtong again, holding a seashell.
Xu Qingtong picked