The bottom of Li Shui Lake.
Household garbage, discarded fishing rods, helmets... and an assortment of strange, scattered toys.
Farther out, scattered relics hinted at a glorious past. Even after a hundred years, the scars of battle, marks left by clashing weapons, still spoke to the ferocity of that ancient war.
"What's this?"
Qin Yang landed near the lakebed and searched for a moment with Liu Wushuang.
He looked around the bottom with great interest.
White bones lay buried in the sand.
Unidentifiable iron artifacts littered the ground.
Along with all sorts of plastic bags.
And bizarre little toys.
After watching for a moment, Qin Yang suddenly frowned.
His gaze landed on something not far away.
It was a relic from some ancient ruin, a Copper Pillar made of dark, reddish metal. A quick glance suggested it was at least five or six meters tall, and its base was a divine statue of the Black Tortoise—a turtle entwined with a snake.
