At the sight of He Xuan's movement, Qin Fengming swiftly turned, his gaze darting to the spot He Xuan had touched.
Halfway up the massive stone, there was indeed a nearly invisible seam.
Before Qin Fengming could speak, He Xuan stirred the magical power within him, forming a gigantic hand that seized the upper half of the stone and lifted it bodily away.
No restrictive spell was triggered, nor did any glow flicker. A hollow trough appeared in the center of the stone.
Qin Fengming swiftly swept his divine sense over it. His vigilance eased, and his hands relaxed as well. He stepped forward to stand before the massive stone, blue light flashing in his eyes as he looked into the trough.
A set of remains lay flat within it.
He had previously assumed that the person who built this stone hall had gone elsewhere to bury himself. He had been wrong. That cultivator had never left the stone hall he had built with his own hands, but had instead buried himself inside this stone.
As the corpse was exposed before them, its thoroughly desiccated body suddenly gave off a series of faint cracks. Amid those sharp sounds, the corpse, which had still been fairly intact, abruptly crumbled.
The clothing on the corpse fell away in a rustling shower, turning to drifting ash.
"Who knows how many long years this corpse has lain here? After enduring the enveloping corrosion of this foul energy, even the remains of a Mahayana cultivator could not stay intact without a restrictive spell to seal them."
Qin Fengming frowned as he spoke, his voice laden with emotion.
This stone hall might once have been sealed with restrictive spells. But here, there was no way to draw on the surrounding heaven and earth energy to sustain