Qin Fengming was extremely wary of this ancient cultivator. This was a man profoundly versed in both puppets and magic arrays.
Whether in arrays or puppets, even Qin Fengming could not help but deeply admire his expertise.
The place he had arranged for his own passing was extraordinarily well concealed. Had Qin Fengming not tested the entire cavern abode bit by bit with runes, he could never have activated the mechanism in the stone bed, triggered the restrictive spell, and been drawn directly into this abode.
Logically, after such elaborate concealment, there should have been no further restrictive spells in the ancient cultivator's resting place.
But Qin Fengming did not let his guard down. He continued forward with extreme caution.
More than twenty zhang from the wooden couch, Qin Fengming stopped, his keen gaze fixed on the skeleton atop it as he activated the array disk in his hand with all his strength.
A moment later, he moved again, approaching the wooden couch.
Only when he stood before the wooden couch did Qin Fengming put away the array disk. His divine sense enveloped the skeleton on the couch, and he stood motionless for a long time.
Facing the seated skeleton, he immediately recalled encountering Venerable Beidou's remains back when he was still a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Wariness rose within him, and his gaze remained fixed solely on the skeleton.
Qin Fengming had never experienced the exhaustion of his lifespan, but he knew of certain secret arts in the Cultivation World.
Cultivators who passed away like this would attempt all manner of methods to preserve their soul consciousness. He naturally could not abandon his vigilance.
Qin Fengming's gaze finally settled on the skeleton's right hand, exposed outside its clothing, and his eyes abruptly widened.
On the bone of its right index