Li Qing withstood the pressure of the Mahayana stage head-on and approached the shriveled mortal remains step by step.
The remains were like a shriveled empty shell, marked by several horrifying wounds. A killing intent that seized the soul seeped from within them.
It was impossible to tell what race it had belonged to. Though it retained a humanoid form, its shell was enormous; even shriveled, it stood more than ten meters tall. Its hands bore blade-like claws, making it somewhat resemble a member of the Ghost Horn Race.
"There is only this set of remains and the law power formed from transforming into Dao inside the coffin. There is nothing else at all. I thought I might obtain some inheritance."
"I wonder what sort of hardship this expert endured to molt so thoroughly in a single attempt."
As he said this, Li Qing seemed to realize something. The mystery behind it was likely connected to the Crimson Jade Nectar he had collected earlier.
That Crimson Jade Nectar was the old blood shed by this expert. It contained power capable of corroding a person's soul and flesh—a power at the level of laws.
"It somewhat resembles the Law of Decay, yet it is blood-red. The Crimson Jade Nectar is mixed with astonishing blood baleful intent. Could it truly be some law related to baleful intent?"
"What a pity. If only I could obtain the scripture inheritance this expert used for molting, perhaps I could also pour the Crimson Jade Nectar over my own body and undergo a transformation like shedding my mortal frame and exchanging my bones."
As the words fell, Li Qing's eyes suddenly lit up, shooting out a brilliant gleam.
It was not as though he lacked methods for nirvanic transformation. In fact, he had more than one.