In a corner stood a tall, enclosing wall.
The wall was covered in dense, intricate reliefs.
The reliefs were exceptionally exquisite. Despite the ravages of time, they remained stubbornly etched into the wall.
And from these reliefs, Shen Bai felt the desolate aura grow even stronger.
But what startled him most wasn't the stone carvings, but what lay at the very center of the carved wall.
A skeleton was pinned to the wall by a longsword. The longsword gleamed with a cold light, and wisps of a deathly silent aura flowed around it.
Shen Bai's gaze followed the skeleton's arm, and he saw a Deceit Transformation Pearl clutched in its bony hand.
Looking down past the skeleton's feet, he saw a disheveled book lying on the ground beneath its dangling legs.
Its pages were old and yellowed, splayed about haphazardly.
Due to the darkness, he couldn't make out the words on them.
After a moment's thought, Shen Bai raised Cold Moon and swung it at the skeleton.
