On the surface of the lake, a faint noise arose from the formation of bones, as countless skeletons spontaneously surfaced.
These were the bones of Southern People, buried for hundreds of years, varying in size and shape, assembling together into a sinuous path resembling a spine that led straight to the heart of the lake. The Path of Corpse Bones looked like an Emperor's road crafted from flawless white marble, thoroughly translucent.
Though clearly a field of death made of mountains of bones, at this moment it radiated a bizarre kind of beauty.
At the end of the path, one could see that massive Devil Crystal that drove the world mad.
Yue Jinghua walked along the Corpse Bone Road piled with pure white bones, the path leading straight to the heart of the lake, Skeleton Island.
Stepping onto the lonely island, Yue Jinghua realized that the small island she stood upon was composed of no less than ten thousand skulls.
