Qin Chuan gripped [Day and Night] and drove it straight into the stone platform.
"Are you insane? That's what holds down the formation's heart—"
Before the Headless God King could finish, a sharp crack rang out from the platform.
Crack.
Fractures spread outward from the blade in every direction. Then the entire platform collapsed with a roar.
A pungent stench of blood, mingled with dense High-Dimensional Laws, surged up from below.
Qin Chuan took half a step back, avoiding the violent rush of air.
Beneath the platform lay a spiral staircase that plunged out of sight. The steps were covered in dried, dark-red blood.
"See?" Qin Chuan said to the empty air. "We're already here. It'd be a waste not to see the rest."
He started down the stairs.
The farther he descended, the colder it grew. Even his Void True God Tier Godhead felt the chill.
Rows of rusty iron hooks hung from the walls on either side, with many broken skeletons pinned to them.
The bones came in different colors: pure gold, dark purple, and even translucent.
"Those are..." The Headless God King sounded utterly stunned. "Void True Gods' Divine Bones! So many of them!"
Qin Chuan made a rough count. There were at least a hundred.
He stopped before a pure-gold skeleton.
It stood a full three meters tall. A huge hole gaped in the center of its chest, the jagged bones around it bent outward. Its Godhead had clearly been ripped out by some brutally forceful means.
Qin Chuan curled a finger and tapped its golden ribs twice.
Two clear metallic notes echoed through the stairwell.
The bone was exceptionally hard. The Law Fluctuation lingering in it stirred a faint resonance with the Divine Might inside Qin Chuan.
A genuine Void True God.
"That's the Lord