Droplets of condensed mist dripped onto moss-covered rocks, causing the rusty alloy panels to creak, and the rustling sounds in the shadows resembled beasts gnawing.
In Qiu Ridge's hand was the "Everlasting" torch, cautiously walking through the cabin wreckage of the Gemini Missile Cruiser, inspecting every corner and the areas available for exploration.
Ever since he stepped into these ruins under the guidance of the Ancestors, a whole week had passed.
During this week, he had searched almost every piece of scattered wreckage in this forest, yet he still hadn't found that legendary "Sacred artifact."
To be honest.
If it weren't for his devout reverence for the Ancestors, he couldn't help but begin to doubt whether the so-called sacred artifact truly existed.
Since he could remember, he had heard the elders in his tribe say that this palace, which fell from the sky, had existed since the beginning of the Awakening Era.
