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On the cliff, Mo Wen wielded his tools, tapping and listening intently. Occasionally, he struck loose stones from the cliff face, examining them closely before shaking his head and tossing them into the lava below. While manually inspecting the area, he released his divine sense, but as before, it only penetrated about ten feet into the mountain before fading away. He had never attempted to use his divine perception to probe through such obstacles, so he was unsure how effective it would be. However, according to ancient texts, the interference from materials like mountains and trees was significant, which is why most cultivators preferred to carve out caves in remote areas during their seclusions; this effectively prevented others from detecting their presence.
For three consecutive days, Mo Wen hung on the cliff without any success. He then decided to inspect other areas of the island. Inside the cave, he meticulously sketched a map of the entire island. The island was elongated and aligned with the direction of the lava storms, suggesting it had been shaped by numerous violent storms over time. The smaller island was located on the side of the larger island that faced deeper into the Lava Sea; Mo Wen had automatically disregarded it since it was now submerged in lava. The once expansive landmass of thirty miles in diameter now had less than half of its surface exposed above the lava.
After careful planning, Mo Wen set sail on his Xing Zhou. This time, he wasn't searching for treasure but rather trying to ascertain the exact shape of the island beneath him. Estimating that he had reached the edge of the island, he sailed about two more miles before beginning to circle around it. His divine perception penetrated into the lava until it touched the submerged stone walls of the island.
Inside the cave, Mo Wen was busy sketching on the walls, documenting all the information he had gathered throughout the day. From his drawings, it appeared that the entire island resembled an upside-down ship submerged in lava, with the exposed narrow landmass representing its keel. Studying his illustration, Mo Wen furrowed his brow—could there be truth to the rumors?
In Yinzhou City, Yin Qian had shared some legends about the Lava Sea with him. It was said that this land was once a core continent for humanity during ancient times, filled with numerous sects that hoarded countless treasures. Then came a massive volcanic eruption that shattered the continent, submerging these sects and their treasures in lava. Mo Wen had heard similar tales from Elder Zhu in Nameless Town; adventurers who ventured into the Lava Sea hoped to uncover lost treasures from ancient sects. Perhaps the sprouting Xiu Mu he had found earlier was a remnant of one such sect. Elder Zhu had established himself in Nameless Town since Huo Lou's founding and had indeed encountered adventurers who discovered ancient relics or texts; some even ascended realms while others met their demise in lava.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Mo Wen's frown eased as a greedy glint sparkled in his eyes. If this truly was an ancient sunken ship, even if it wasn’t transporting treasure, whatever lay aboard would surely be valuable. However, a very practical question loomed: how would he gain access to the ship's interior?
Sitting at a stone table, he shook his head; perhaps he was being overly optimistic. What if it wasn't a ship at all? He realized he was being too hasty. One thing was certain: there were cavities within this island; he just couldn't pinpoint their locations at that moment.
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