Adrian entered the small cave and lit a fire with some flint. "All done."

He glanced at the box beside him and grinned from ear to ear. Despite the rush, he had checked it at the time. Otherwise, he would not have bolted.

To ordinary people, the world had immortals who could fly, control the weather, and perform other miraculous feats. However, Adrian was a level nine and knew they were not all-powerful immortals. Becoming an accomplished immortal was incredibly difficult.

Aside from a few with extraordinary luck and great opportunities, he had never heard of anyone who could break free from the mortal realm.

“What’s this?” he wondered.

In his haste to retrieve the items from the wrecked ship, he had thrown everything into his storage ring without thoroughly inspecting them.

"That’s interesting. I wonder which family was this fortunate. A senior family member like him is most likely a high-ranking apprentice of a major faction. He must've reached level nine and wanted to sever wo