Since I'm here, how could I possibly leave empty-handed?

Danger?

When have I, Mark Sutton, ever been afraid of danger?

As Mark Sutton ventured deeper, the light within the crevice grew dimmer, and the surroundings became pitch black.

Mark Sutton channeled his true energy to his eyes, instantly enhancing his vision, and stepped deeper into the crevice.

After walking for a while, Mark Sutton noticed that the passage within the crevice sloped gradually downward.

He estimated that he was now about ten meters underground.

After walking a bit further, a cool breeze blew from ahead, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.

Mark Sutton felt a surge of excitement and quickened his pace.

Before long, Mark Sutton's eyes suddenly brightened. What appeared before him was a vast space, five or six meters high, seven or eight meters wide, and of unknown length.

It turned out to be an underground world.

An underground dark river flowed through this space, its destination unknown.

Many fish swam in the dark river, and on the riverbank were numerous natural warm pebbles, emitting a faint glow, allowing Mark Sutton to take in every detail of this underground world.

Not far ahead of Mark Sutton stood a dilapidated stone chamber.

Outside the stone chamber were several skeletons, clearly long dead.

"Could it be that the treasure has already been taken?"

Mark Sutton slowly stepped forward and entered the ruined stone chamber.

The stone chamber was small, less than five meters in length and width, and half of it had already collapsed.

Inside, it was empty except for two skeletons in the center.

Mark Sutton couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed; it seemed the treasure had already been taken.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Mark Sutton's expression froze.

He had discovered that one of the skeletons had bones of a pale golden color, without the slightest sign of decay.

"How could there be pale golden bones?"

Mark Sutton was puzzled.

This was indeed the remains of a human martial artist, but he had never heard of anyone whose bones were pale gold.

"Huh? What's this..."

Mark Sutton suddenly noticed that on the left hand of the golden skeleton was a simple, grayish-white ring.

"Could it be a storage ring?"

Mark Sutton grew excited and hurriedly picked up the ring.

A storage ring is a precious treasure that can store items within its own space—extremely valuable.

In the entire Linyang City, no one possessed a storage ring; ordinary martial artists used lower-grade storage pouches.

Taking a deep breath, Mark Sutton circulated his true energy and injected it into the ring.

In the next moment, Mark Sutton's consciousness entered a hazy, gray space.

This space was not large, about five meters in length, width, and height.

In the corner of the space were several manuals, a gleaming longsword, and a pile of milky-white crystals.

With a thought, the longsword appeared in Mark Sutton's hand. He infused it with true energy, and the sword immediately let out a ringing sound.

Shing! Shing!

Sword light flickered from the blade, striking the wall a meter away and actually piercing through the hard stone.

"This...!"

Mark Sutton was shocked. He hadn't expected the sword to be so powerful, emitting sword energy on its own and easily piercing solid stone.

Zhan Ling, Grade Three, Middle Quality!

Mark Sutton saw several small characters engraved on the hilt of the sword.

It was actually a grade three, middle quality weapon?

Mark Sutton was instantly overjoyed.

What does a grade three, middle quality weapon mean? Let me put it this way: there isn't even a single grade two, high quality weapon in all of Linyang City, which shows just how precious a grade three, middle quality weapon is.

And the words "Zhan Ling" should be the name of the sword.

After a moment, Mark Sutton put the longsword back into the storage ring and took out the manuals.

There were four manuals in total: "Divine Wind Sword Technique," "Myriad Phenomena Divine Art," "Shadow Step," and "Primordial Unity Art."

Gently opening the "Myriad Phenomena Divine Art" manual, Mark Sutton focused his gaze.

"Myriad Phenomena Divine Art," a grade five, high quality body refining technique, divided into fifteen levels. Once mastered, the body becomes as powerful as a primordial beast, and every movement contains the power of myriad phenomena.

Levels one to three: Strengthening!

Levels four to six: Tempering the bones!

Levels seven to nine: Fortifying the body!

Levels ten to twelve: Divine power!

Levels thirteen to fifteen: Myriad phenomena!

Reading the contents of this book, Mark Sutton was once again stunned, his face blank with shock.

A grade five, high quality technique?

A body refining technique?

Power of myriad phenomena?

What does the power of myriad phenomena mean? The strength of over ten thousand giant elephants!

Moreover, the "elephants" referred to here are not ordinary demonic elephants, but ancient barbaric elephants.

Even without cultivation, an adult ancient barbaric elephant possesses more than ten thousand catties of strength.

How great is the strength of over ten thousand ancient barbaric elephants?

A hundred million catties?

Several hundred million catties?

Mark Sutton suddenly felt his mind couldn't keep up!

"It's actually a grade five, high quality technique! And a body refining technique at that!"

Once Mark Sutton recovered, he was ecstatic. This treasure hunt had truly been worth it.

As far as Mark Sutton knew, let alone a grade five technique, there wasn't even a single grade three technique in all of Linyang City.

As one of the two great families of Linyang City, the Su family's highest-level technique was only grade two, middle quality, the clan's secret manual, which ordinary clan members had no right to cultivate.