Chapter 6042

“Looks like our trip through the Godgrave Mountains wasn’t a waste after all.”

Jared handed the fragment back. “It belongs to the Ghost Clan. Keep it. It might lead you to your people.”

Luther met his gaze. Gratitude flickered behind the black smoke swirling in his eyes. Without a word, he stored the fragment carefully, almost reverently.

They searched the hall one last time, overturning loose stones and prying apart cracked altars. In the end, they uncovered a few battered Ghost Clan artifacts and several pieces of ancient alloy.

Small finds—but valuable enough to fund a cultivator’s expenses for an entire year.

With nothing left to take, they stepped outside and headed west, leaving the fallen temple to its silence.

The journey that followed was mostly uneventful. Threats surfaced—wandering spirits, unstable traps, hungry beasts—but none were strong enough to slow them down.