In the darkness, the satchel lay quietly on the damp steps.
Its soot-blackened surface was covered with droplets of water, the result of the hot air in the cave cooling and condensing.
Fang Cheng reached out to take it, and as soon as his fingertips touched the bag, his expression changed slightly.
The feeling was not the usual toughness, but rather a charred and brittle texture.
With a light touch, the surface of the satchel crumbled, as if it were an ancient relic that had withstood centuries.
Come to think of it, it made sense.
He had visualized the True Sun Fire here, operating the "Thunder Fire Cauldron" cultivation technique for several days, almost turning the entire Water Prison into a giant furnace.
This old companion, though made of durable canvas,
had miraculously retained its shape under such prolonged high temperatures, without turning directly into ashes.
"Alas, you really served your purpose to the utmost."
