The Burial Pit of a Great Sect
Lu Xuan was speechless.
'Your way of repaying kindness is a little unique.'
He raised his hand and the finger bone flew over.
It was a little finger. It was dark in color and extremely brittle. It could be crushed with a little force and looked ordinary.
However, Lu Xuan narrowed his eyes.
"Senior Brother Lu, what's wrong?"
Cheng Lingzhu leaned over and poked her head out.
"This bone is quite old," Lu Xuan said.
As a nameless monument in the tomb-raiding world, Lu Xuan had seen many bones. Bones of different ages and cultivation levels would show different states.
"Can you take us there to take a look?"
Lu Xuan held the finger bone and gestured to Father Fox.
In exchange, he took out a large piece of roasted meat and placed it on the ground.
He pointed at the bones and then at the roasted meat.
The fox family was different from the big snakes and brown bears they met during the day.
They didn't have any 'cultivation', so they weren't demons. They didn't have any hostility towards Lu Xuan and the other man.
Although they could not communicate with words, Lu Xuan felt that the other party could understand what he meant.
Father Fox hesitated for a moment, then walked deeper into the forest.
Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu looked at each other and followed.
Father Fox jumped into the forest, his movements agile and fast. The two of them followed closely behind him and finally stopped in front of a big tree.
The spiritual fox scratched the ground with its claws, meaning that it was there.
"Thank you," Cheng Lingzhu bent down and said to Father Fox.
Father Fox wagged his big tail, indicating that his task was completed. Then, he turned around and left.
Clang, clang, clang…
The sound of metal colliding could be heard.
Cheng Lingzhu turned around and saw Lu Xuan take out a few metal rods from his storage ring and connect them to a long golden shovel.
This was a strange-looking…Dharmic artifact.
The moment he took this magic artifact, his temperament suddenly changed.
Focus, seriousness, solemnity…
He also had an eager expression on his face as though he was facing a challenge.
Before Cheng Lingzhu could figure out what was going on, Lu Xuan had smashed down with his shovel and uprooted the towering tree.
A half-meter-deep pit appeared under the tree. He moved the shovel as if it were flying, and soil flew everywhere.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Xuan cleared out a large area.
With a soft sound, the golden shovel hit something.
Lu Xuan picked up a lump of mud with his shovel. With a shake of his wrist, the soil fell off.
A skull appeared in front of them.
Cheng Lingzhu narrowed her eyes. In the next moment, another arm bone was thrown out.
Then, it was the shoulder blade, the spine, and the femurs…
Lu Xuan's perception was accurate. Every time he threw a bone, it would land in the correct position on the human body.
When he had gathered all the bones, a complete skeleton had been pieced together on the ground.
"This is a…skeleton of a female human cultivator."
Lu Xuan placed the finger bone properly.
There were some differences in the bones of male and female cultivators, and there were also some subtle differences between humans and demons.
The demon race here referred to demons in a narrow sense. They were born in human form and were not demon beasts that had transformed.
Lu Xuan had a rough idea of the differences in the skeletal structure of the various races.
"Senior Brother Lu, this…this senior's strength when he was alive should have been very strong."
Cheng Lingzhu didn't find any clothes or tokens. These things had probably been naturally decomposed.
However, this skeleton was mostly intact, which was enough to prove its strength.
"Not bad."
Lu Xuan nodded.
"Moreover, there are no scars left behind from the battle on her body. It seems that she passed away naturally…"
This made Lu Xuan feel strange.
As an expert, it was fine if he did not prepare a tomb before he died.
However, if he found a hole in the ground and lay down, he would die…
This was too casual.
...
Other than Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu, the other cultivators in the mystical realm also discovered the existence of the skeleton.
"There's more than one set of bones scattered all over the mystical realm!"
"They're all human females, and their skeletons have different degrees of integrity."
"This might be the ruins of a sect!"
Some cultivators met in the mystical realm and exchanged information.
More and more information was unearthed.
Some people speculated that this mystical realm was a place where an ancient sect was sacrificed. For some reason, all the cultivators of the sect chose to pass away and the entire sect was buried here.
This news made all the cultivators in the mystical realm go crazy.
The higher beings of the Divine Weapon Pavilion had already appraised this mystical realm. The grade of this mystical realm was extremely high, and new clues had been discovered.
If a great sect was really buried here, then the opportunities hidden in this mystical realm would be unimaginable!
A cultivation manual, an immortal scripture, a Dao artifact, a Martial Monarch Realm weapon, and even a complete sect's orthodoxy…
Not to mention rogue cultivators, even the disciples of top-notch immortal sects couldn't sit still.
Any one of these items would make even the higher beings jealous.
The Dao Artifact Immortal Scripture was not a common item. Even in a top-notch immortal sect, there was only one cultivation manual. The Dao Artifact was a sect artifact that could not be used easily.
Whoever obtained the opportunity in the mystical realm would be able to reach the heavens in a single step!
...
On the seventh day after the opening of the Secret Mystical Realm, in the dense forest.
"Woo-"
A rogue cultivator, whose clothes were stained with blood, roared into the sky.
His face was dark green, and his eyes were deep. His pupils were vertical, like the eyes of a snake. Two wolf fangs protruded from his mouth, and his skin was covered in fine scales. He stood there like a demon.
The rogue cultivator had just gone through a fierce battle. A corpse lay at his feet. This corpse also had some inhuman characteristics.
After killing the enemy, the rogue cultivator did not leave immediately. Instead, he waited quietly beside the corpse.
After several dozen breaths, two whirlpools emerged from the corpses and floated in the air.
A smile appeared on the rogue cultivator's face. He stretched out his hand and was about to touch the two whirlpools when the air behind him rippled like water.
Space distorted, and a thin figure holding an immortal gold dagger appeared soundlessly.
The dagger fell like a steel knife cutting tofu. The rogue cultivator's head was separated from his body and fell to the ground.
"It's so unpleasant to hear. It's like a wolf howling."
The thin figure curled his lips. He was a kid of eleven or twelve years old. He was short and had a round face, making people assume he was weak.
Following the death of the rogue cultivator, a whirlpool also appeared above his corpse.
However, the chubby-faced kid did not absorb the demonic power. Instead, he took out a special magic artifact that looked like an hourglass and put away the cyclones.
After a while, three figures appeared.
The person in the lead was in his twenties. His eyes were calm and he had a handsome appearance. He wore a magic artifact immortal robe and had an extraordinary aura.
To the left of this young man was a young man in green. He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with slightly dark skin and a thin figure.
On the right side of the young man was a Buddhist priestess. She was about 34 or 35 years old. Her figure was graceful and plump, and she had a mature charm.