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 Chapter 1372: The Sword from the Starry Sky Fishmen Clan

Lin Moyu was very cautious. If he had opened the box himself just now, the sword-like light would have definitely struck him. Although it wouldn't have been dangerous, it wouldn't have been pleasant either.

Lin Moyu could sense that the attack power of this light had already reached the level of a minor deity.

A few seconds later, the light disappeared, and the box returned to calm.

However, Lin Moyu did not move. He used his undead vision to check and confirmed that there was no soul in the box, which made him feel slightly relieved.

Having a soul and not having a soul are two different concepts.

If there is a soul, no matter what is in the box, even if it's just a magical treasure, it would be a magical treasure controlled by someone. A powerful magical treasure paired with a soul at the level of a minor deity represents danger.

If there is no soul, even if the magical treasure has developed a spirit, its danger level would significantly decrease.

After confirming that there was no great danger, Lin Moyu approached the box again.

Inside the box was a small silver sword, with silver light flowing on it. It didn't look like a metal sword but rather like a jade sword.

"It doesn't look like a human sword."

Lin Moyu looked at the patterns on the sword. They were not human patterns, and the sword-making technique was also different from that of humans. This sword belonged to an alien race, but for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity.

After thinking for a moment, he realized where this familiarity came from.

This sword indeed did not belong to humans but to the Starry Sky Fishmen Clan.

He had seen a similar sword in the hands of Yu Qingrou.

Although not identical, it was at least ninety percent similar.

"Did a minor deity from the Starry Sky Fishmen Clan come here and die here?"

There was too little information to make any conclusions.

The grade of this sword was very high, but he couldn't determine exactly how high for now.

However, he was sure that this sword had already developed a spirit. A magical treasure with a spirit is not easy to subdue and would take a considerable amount of time.

It could take as little as a few dozen days or as long as several years.

Now was not the time, so Lin Moyu put it away for future consideration.

After finding so many tombstones, he finally discovered an item from the outside world, which made Lin Moyu think that Xu Qingyang shouldn't be too far away.

"Back then, those who entered were all minor deities. There weren't many, but there were quite a few."

"I just don't know what they encountered back then, why they were trapped here and couldn't leave."

Lin Moyu murmured to himself. Since entering, he hadn't encountered any danger.

For so many minor deities to fall here, there must be danger.

But where was the danger? Why hadn't he encountered it since entering?

Thinking of this, Lin Moyu suddenly realized something, "It's not that I haven't encountered it, but that I have resolved it."

"One of the dangers should come from the swamp. I just haven't interacted much with the swamp. By coloring the inscriptions on the tombstones, I gained the ability to fly, so I didn't need to interact with the swamp, and naturally, there was no danger."

"Obviously, those minor deities back then didn't color the inscriptions on the tombstones and couldn't fly here, so they would be attacked by the rotting corpses in the swamp."

"And the closer to the central area, the greater the danger."

Lin Moyu looked up at the undying flames in the sky.

The undying flames burned brightly, casting gray light on the land, like a star without heat, nourishing the Nether Swamp.

At this moment, Lin Moyu finally understood.

When the warriors returned, they needed the undying flames to nourish them, hoping to fight the stars again one day.

But the undying flames also had varying strengths. The further out, the weaker the undying flames.

The rotting corpses in the outer swamps were naturally weaker, and the danger level was lower.

The closer to the center, the stronger the undying flames, and the stronger the rotting corpses.

The minor deities who entered back then must have ventured into the swamps to explore the tombstones.

They would inevitably have to fight the rotting corpses in the swamps, and even minor deities might not be their match.

This was because the rotting corpses had long since died. If they were alive, those minor deities wouldn't stand a chance against them.

This was one of the dangers he could think of. As for other dangers, Lin Moyu believed there must be more.

Otherwise, when someone encountered danger in the swamp, those minor deities were smart enough not to enter the swamp again. A few might die, but it wouldn't be a total wipeout.

Realizing this, Lin Moyu felt very fortunate.

Fortunately, he had the inspiration to color the inscriptions on the tombstones. Otherwise, with his strength, fighting the rotting corpses in the swamp would be very dangerous.

He thought of Xiao Ming Buddha, the Black Sand God King, and the Erosion God King.

He wondered how the three of them were doing and whether they had found the correct method.

He continued searching for tombstones, one after another.

In the next half day, he found the tombstones of several more squads.

The images on these three tombstones were no different, and he still couldn't get the correct answer.

Under the tombstone of the eighty-seventh squad, Lin Moyu found another item.

It was a glove, but unfortunately, the glove had been corroded by the swamp and was half-rotten.

Perhaps it was a good magical treasure before, but now it was completely ruined.

The laws within the material had dissipated, leaving only the material's inherent sturdiness.

After leaving the tombstone of the eighty-ninth squad, the Death Knight, who had been scouting ahead, suddenly sent back an alert.

Lin Moyu immediately connected to the Death Knight, activating his undead vision.

A gray light flashed before his eyes, and the undead vision was cut off.

The Death Knight had died, killed by a powerful attack so quickly that Lin Moyu couldn't even see the attacker.

With a thought, the Death Knight was resurrected on the spot, and Lin Moyu quickly reconnected to the undead vision.

A monster in heavy armor, three meters tall, stood not far from the Death Knight.

The Death Knight and the monster were about a hundred meters apart.

The monster held a large knife and slashed at the newly resurrected Death Knight.

With a flash of the knife, the Death Knight died again.

"Indeed, the swamp is not the only danger."

Lin Moyu's heart tightened. He didn't resurrect the Death Knight again but flew over himself.

He flew higher and higher, reaching over ten thousand meters above the ground.

The monster was very strong, and he didn't want to get too close. Using his ability to fly, he observed from above to get a clear view of the situation.

Soon, he saw the monster.

As he scanned the area, more monsters of the same kind came into view behind the first one.

There wasn't just one monster; there were many.

In the visible area alone, there were over a thousand monsters.

There were likely more in the unseen areas.

The monsters were three meters tall, wearing heavy armor.

However, the armor was damaged in many places, especially around the head, where most were broken, revealing the monsters' heads.

The monsters had thick fur, resembling apes more than humans.

Their eyes glowed with a blood-red light, exuding a cruel aura.

As Lin Moyu observed them, they sensed his presence.

One by one, they looked up, their eyes glowing red.

Hundreds of monsters simultaneously raised their large knives and slashed at Lin Moyu in the air.

Terrifying knife lights surged towards Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu remained calm, quickly dodging the attacks.

Suddenly, everything went dark as a monster appeared in front of him.

The ape-like monster had leaped from the ground to ten thousand meters in the air, slashing down with its battle knife.