Lin Xuan swallowed. Even with his depth of composure, his expression had grown somewhat excited.
After exhausting untold hardships all along the way, he had finally seen an immortal's treasure.
What would be inside?
Spiritual herbs, or some inconceivable Dharma Treasure?
But Lin Xuan did not rashly step forward. Instead, he shifted his gaze away from that Storage Bag and focused his attention on the skeleton.
Clearly, these were not an immortal's remains. In other words, aside from them, people had come here long ago—and had fallen here as well.
They had the life to enter, but not the life to leave.
Lin Xuan could not help lowering his head and sinking into thought.
Since his divine sense could not leave his body here, he had no choice but to look with his eyes.
His gaze roamed in all directions!
Very soon, Lin Xuan discovered several more skeletons.
There were humans, and there were members of the Demon Race as well. Clearly, more than one person had come to this place.
Lin Xuan's expression grew uglier and uglier.
But no matter how great the danger was, he could not just keep standing here like an idiot. He did not have that much time to waste.
Lin Xuan's gaze fell again on the Lion Soul beside him.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan pointed at the fellow.
A flash of spiritual light passed over it, and the Lion Soul suddenly changed. It stood upright, then actually transformed into a handsome youth.
Its appearance was exactly the same as Shi Zheng's. This fellow had originally been a Demon Race cultivator at Transformation Late Stage, so the talisman made from his soul could likewise transform into human form.
It was just that it no longer possessed intelligence, and was completely driven by its master.
It had