"There's actually something to be found?" Xi Ying said with some surprise.
"Just give me a moment," Yuan Ming said, before leaping into the river.
Unlike the previous struggle for survival, Yuan Ming fell to the riverbed and no longer needed to struggle. His body was like an iron buffalo anchoring the river, unmoved no matter how the waters churned around him.
He made his way upstream along the riverbed, unobstructed by the murky sand and silt.
Soon, he arrived at the spot where he had found the Stealing Heaven Tripod years ago. Despite the passage of time and the erosion, a round, concave imprint still marked the rock where the tripod had been embedded.
A few steps upstream from that rock, on another in the water, lay a set of white bones.
They fit perfectly into a groove on the rock, and the robes wrapped around them were not yet fully decayed, trailing rags that swayed in the river's undercurrents like aquatic plants.
