Lin Chen clapped his hands and headed deeper into the Dragon Tomb. It was a golden dragon tomb containing numerous earthly treasures, precious metal materials, King's stone, electric puppet, puppet core, golden dragon spear, 100,000-year-old Spiritual Grass, Blood Grass, and more.
Lin Chen grinned, shamelessly packed them into his Storage Bag, leaving nothing behind, much like locusts passing through.
Time passed; six days went by. The airship moved slowly. Fang Ming led a leisurely life, either sleeping on the ship or hunting nearby monsters and animals to fill his belly. While cultivators can go without food, some people who enjoy eating will still collect food. Fang Ming was one such person, while Lin Chen wandered the Ancestor Bird's Tomb World, exploring and excavating tombs.
In the Ancient Dragon Tomb World, Lin Chen arrived at the Martial Arts Sect's early Dragon Burial place. He was engaged in combat with a puppet left by the dragon.
"Bang! Bang!"
