The Sun hung high in the sky, yet Lin Xuan's expression was incomparably dark. He lowered his head and looked at the thing beneath his feet.
It was actually a section of bone.
Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly. It had been a full thirty days, and he had found nothing at all. Naturally, he would not let this sudden clue before him slip by.
With a sweep of his sleeve, a gale rose violently. Sand was flung aside, revealing the things buried underneath.
Sure enough, it was a skeleton, still wrapped in a tattered, ragged garment.
After so many years, that garment's surface still emitted a faint spiritual glow. It was clearly not something an ordinary mortal could possess, and the person's identity was already on the verge of revealing itself.
Then Lin Xuan seemed to discover something else. He raised his right hand, his five fingers bending slightly. Aside from that, there was no extra movement, but it was already enough. A flash of spiritual light appeared, and a streak of flying rainbow was seized into his palm and fingers. It was a flying sword about three feet long.
Its form was simple and ancient, but its surface was mottled with scars and covered in notches. Clearly, the damage this treasure had suffered was no small matter. Calling it a Broken Sword would not be an exaggeration.
But even so, this treasure's spirituality was still abundant!
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. A moment later, he sighed.
"It was actually forged from Glazed Meteorite Iron."
Though this sword was already damaged and broken, it was not hard to tell that its quality was extraordinary. Such a treasure was definitely not something an ordinary cultivator could wield.
In other words, the skeleton before him should have belonged to someone at the