What he valued was merely the process of participating in the treasure hunt.
Thinking thus, Chen Yun, whose ideas had grown firm in his heart, had already arrived next to this enormous, ancient wooden shipwreck.
Casually picking up a wooden plank, Chen Yun didn't even exert much effort, and the plank shattered, drifting apart in all directions with the seawater.
It wasn't the poor quality of the ancient ship.
It was that time is too merciless.
Chen Yun watched as the wooden fragments, now extremely fragile under the erosion of time and seawater.
He watched them drift far away with the current.
Chen Yun's thoughts also couldn't help but unconsciously drift.
Time is a very serious attribute.
From ancient times until now, no person or thing has been able to withstand the passage of time.
Not only do people become dust and bones, but dynasties rise and fall repeatedly, even planets disappear someday.
What about himself then?