When Huang Xiaolong finally arrived on the piece of land at the bottom of the ravine, the feeling of soft soil under his feet made it feel as though he was standing on a bed of cotton. The soil was a light red in color, and it was a pretty little place.

Countless divine artifacts were strewn about the island.

All of them were shaped differently—some were earrings and some in the shape of shoes. There were even some fingernail shaped ones!

However, the only similarity between them was that they had long since lost the layer of shine on them. Some of them were even rusted.

Normally, a divine artifact wouldn’t lose its strength even after a hundred million years. However, it seemed as though all of the ones on the island had already turned into scrap metal.

From a single glance, Huang Xiaolong couldn’t...