Qingyi flickered.
The next moment, Li Qingyun materialized on the nearest patch of grey floating soil.
He raised his gaze toward the ancient bronze pillar stained with dark red blood, only to see a stark white skeleton suspended from it by iron chains, the remains clad in tattered, dark-mystic divine robes.
This was the skeleton of a collateral Abyss Clan disciple, who had died in the Heavenly Prison with no hope of reincarnation.
Li Qingyun's gaze landed on the bronze pillar, seeing it covered in frantic scratch marks and blurred dark-black handwriting—the lingering hue left by completely dried divine blood.
Those lines of writing had clearly been gouged out by this very skeleton with its bare fingers while it was still alive.
The handwriting remained legible:
"Shen Mujing suffered an unjust death here; this hatred and grudge shall never be extinguished for all eternity, may the main lineage come to a horrible end, may the thief Yuan Sandao come to a horrible end..."
The strokes of the characters were frantic, twisted, and jagged, the resentment and hatred seeming ready to burst right through the script.
Before this person died, he must have been filled with extreme despair and unwillingness!
"Yuan Shen Mujing? During our compilation of the Abyss Clan's dark history, the poor Daoist and Hua Luoshen gathered all available information on the clan. This Shen Mujing of the Abyss was once a Quasi-Saint seedling of the Shen family!"
Seeing this name, Li Qingyun immediately felt a glimmer of recognition, linking the skeleton to that former Quasi-Saint seedling of the collateral Shen clan.
Come to think of it, Shen Mujing should have been a collateral prodigy from thirty thousand years ago, one who enjoyed immense fame back then and was vaguely revered as the leader of the collateral branches.
Yet