Thinking this, Lin Xuan grew even more interested in the ruins before him. But there were matters of urgency and priority. The most pressing task was to remove the crisis threatening his beloved wife.
"Yuanyuan, from what you're saying, you arrived here safely, and then encountered something?" Lin Xuan asked, somewhat surprised.
"That's right. Husband, come with me. Once you see it, you'll naturally understand," Peacock Fairy said.
"Oh?"
Lin Xuan was taken aback, but since Peacock had said so, he naturally had not the slightest objection. And so he followed his beloved wife forward.
As he walked, he released his divine sense. Lin Xuan had come to this small space, but his entire mind had been fixed on Yuanyuan; he truly had not paid attention to what was inside.
Now, looking out, countless broken walls and ruined ramparts entered his eyes. Their style was utterly different from the buildings commonly seen today. Sure enough, these were ruins of the Ink Moon Tribe.
Aside from the ruined buildings, he could occasionally see some bones as well—some human, and some belonging to unknown monsters. Lin Xuan's expression gradually turned solemn. It seemed that the Ink Moon Tribe clan that had once lived here had not slowly fallen into disuse with the passage of time. It should have been destroyed in a calamity.
Suddenly, Lin Xuan stopped. Not far off to the side, there was a skeleton. Judging from its slender bones, this person should have been a woman in life.
And beside the skeleton lay some fragments of Dharma Treasures.
Lin Xuan slightly curled his five fingers, and those fragments were drawn into his palm.
"This is..."
"From the look of it, something like a hand bell," Lin Xuan said as he released his divine sense. The Dharma Treasure before him