A Divine Soul obsession? Protection and resentment?
Fang Hao understood in his heart. It seemed the owner of this skeleton had indeed hidden something important on their person before death and left a trace of obsession to guard it. After ten thousand years, the obsession had long since faded to the point of almost dissipating, leaving only a hint of instinctive emotional residue that posed no threat.
He walked up to the skeleton and first bowed with cupped hands toward the remains of this unknown ancient alien powerhouse. Regardless of race or stance, being able to die in battle here and have one's bones remain incorruptible for ten thousand years deserved a modicum of respect.
