Black Sail

Eternal Sect Ruins.

Gold Seekers came to make money; there was no need to risk their lives. After all, there were madmen who didn’t care about dying to wade in the water. Why not wait for others to go first, and then pick up an easy spot? Isn’t that pleasant?

However, if everyone thought this way, they would reach a deadlock.

Liszt lit a cigarette. After all, seeing is believing. He led the exploration troop toward the scorched land area mentioned by the Gold Seekers, twenty li ahead.

But the result was far beyond Liszt’s imagination.

This was an extremely broad expanse of rubble, without a single tree, the heavens overcast, pouring rain falling.

This wasn’t rubble in the traditional sense.

After verification by geologists under Celeste’s command, this vast expanse of open rubble plain had all formed from soil vitrification under extremely high temperatures.

Many black charcoal stones had indeed been found. It seemed this place was a forbidden zone on the island; no living creatures existed nearby.

They had also, as they hoped, discovered two gigantic claw marks, each more than three meters in width, that had sunk several dozen centimeters into the rubble, compressing it as if it were a single piece.

"Fuck, I don’t want to play anymore."