Ye Xuan's gaze was cold. He said nothing, instead choosing to survey his surroundings.
Judging by the skeleton's posture, the person had clearly suffered immense pain before death; otherwise, they wouldn't have ended up in such a position. But what puzzled Ye Xuan was that besides the small holes eroded by time, there were no signs of external injury on the bones at all.
'How on earth did this person die?' Ye Xuan's mind was filled with doubt.
"This person was indeed a Nine Heavens Martial Emperor."
Just then, Diao Minghuang and the others arrived before the skeleton and spoke in grave tones.
Faint golden specks of light dotted the skeleton before them. This was clearly an anomaly that occurred only when the physical body was refined to its absolute limit, beginning to permeate the very marrow—a feat only a Martial Emperor could achieve.
Once Diao Minghuang and the others confirmed the skeleton's identity as a Martial Emperor, a chill ran down everyone's spine.
