Tian Wentao secretly found it a pity, but Chai Zhihong beside him had not completely given up. His divine sense blanketed every direction, and even the bronze mirror outside the secret realm remained locked onto this area.
The yearning for life should have been the most fundamental instinct of every living being. Chai Zhihong did not believe that a cultivator who had reached the Twelfth Order would burn their own life away for other beings.
If the Cold Mountain Domain cultivators had been in a state of total flight for their lives earlier, then perhaps there had still been the slightest possibility that they would act out of righteousness.
But in the situation just now, the cultivators would most likely have won. At most, they might have suffered somewhat heavier losses.
Under such circumstances, suddenly burning oneself away looked wrong no matter how one looked at it.
Yet no matter how Chai Zhihong searched the surroundings, he gained nothing further. That cultivator had truly burned himself to ashes, leaving nothing behind.
Even the treasure they had previously suspected did not exist, as though it too had been burned away.
"Tian Wentao, do you think the one who died just now might have only been a clone?" Chai Zhihong suddenly raised his head and looked at Tian Wentao.
"A clone?"
Tian Wentao's brow shifted slightly. Seen from that angle, burning oneself completely without leaving the slightest leeway did seem explainable.
After all, although a clone was precious, losing one would not affect the main body. Given suitable conditions, it could still be cultivated again.
"Yes. If not, why would that rat burn himself like this?" Chai Zhihong snarled.
"This speculation is indeed more reasonable, but this is the Cold Mountain Domain. A Top-grade Twelfth Order Status Spiritual Material has never appeared