The feeling sent chills down his spine, as if the white bone before him was alive!
Li Hao's gaze fell once again on the ancient sword clasped in its bony embrace, realizing that this sword was unlike other battle artifacts—it wasn't entirely broken. Though the sword edge was dulled, the Dao patterns upon it remained distinct, exuding a faint yet undeniable pressure.
Li Hao stared at the scene with surprise and doubt, refraining from approaching recklessly.
At that moment, a gust of wind swept through, and the white bone seemed to move.
"Hmm?"
Li Hao noticed the lower jawbone of the skeleton appeared to shift slightly.
Just as he questioned whether his eyes were deceiving him, the skeleton abruptly sat upright, turning its head to face him directly. From its hollow eye sockets, two profound silver beams of light emerged and glowed.
"After countless ages, someone actually managed to come here… Hmm? There are faint traces of Immortal Qi—is it the Sixth Extreme Realm?"
