"Ah! A dead person—no, it's a skeleton!"
The Ji Family's Little Moon looked left and right without paying attention to the road. Only after stepping on something did she realize that something was wrong. She looked down and hurriedly jumped away. A snow-white skeleton lay there quietly, its entire body fractured in several places. From her slight touch, it rustled and crumbled into bone dust.
"May I ask Heaven, is there an immortal?"
Beside the skeleton, several dried blood-written characters stained the ground. They were dark red and blurred, carrying an indescribable charm, as if the essence, energy, and spirit of this powerful expert had condensed into them before being branded onto the ground. They gave off an exceptionally strange feeling, as though conveying an emotion.
This expert, clearly no ordinary person, had left behind only these few words before his death. They were filled with regret and unwillingness.
"Becoming an immortal... difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"
Not far away lay another skeleton, with five blood-written characters left on the ground. They revealed all the bitterness of the matter, and the person had seemed utterly desperate before dying. Beneath this skeleton was also a record of his identity: Yang Yizhen of Tianshuan.
Ji Ziyue's rosy little mouth fell open, her face filled with shock. "Yang Yizhen of Tianshuan Holy Land—he was an unparalleled figure recorded in the ancient history of Eastern Desolation. Fifteen thousand years ago, he swept across Eastern Desolation and had few opponents. He actually died here..."
The group continued forward, and Ji Ziyue also discovered an ancient ancestor of the Ji Family. "This is an ancestor of my Ji Family from nine thousand years ago. He was recorded not only in my family's genealogy but also in the ancient history of Eastern Desolation. Who would have thought that he