He had lived for decades yet had never set foot inside an immortal’s cave abode. Now, he was filled with both wonder and yearning.

He Lingchuan spread his arms. “Immortal or not, I couldn’t say. All I saw was a corpse that had long since withered away.”

He turned to the crocodile monster. “Did you manage to find any treasures inside?”

“Nothing but junk,” the crocodile monster replied flatly. “There wasn’t a trace of spirit qi in there. It was even worse in there than the outside world. Any treasure placed within would have long since decayed into useless scraps.”

By now, Wu Shaoyi’s heartbeat had steadied somewhat, and he once again begged to be brought ashore.

He Lingchuan knew it was time to leave, yet when his eyes drifted back to the turtle monster's carcass, a pang of regret stirred in his chest....