[You're three meters from the cave, two meters...]
Fang Zhixing looked up and right in front of him was a rock wall, with no entrance.
He raised his hand to touch the wall, clenched his fist, and struck it.
Boom—
The rock wall cracked open, scattering rubble on the ground.
Immediately, a dark cave revealed itself.
The entrance was a bit small, so Fang Zhixing could only sidle in.
After passing through a narrow corridor, suddenly, the space opened up.
Fang Zhixing entered a spacious cavern, where stalactites hung from the ceiling.
He lit a match to illuminate the cave and looked around.
On a relatively flat wall, there were rows of engraved text.
Below the wall lay a complete skeleton, the clothes not yet fully decomposed, vaguely revealing a blue robe.
Next to the skeleton, there was a long sword with a layer of thick dust on its hilt and sheath.
Fang Zhixing walked over, lifted the match, and first looked at the wall.
