Qin Fengming stood where he was, his expression exceedingly grave. He knew the details concerning Jing Mu.
Jing Mu had been a Mahayana cultivator of the human race a million years ago. Though his strength was inferior to Immortal Yun Ling's, he had still been powerful enough to intimidate the Mahayana cultivators of several surrounding realms.
It was precisely because Jing Mu had been stationed there that the several surrounding races harboring ambitions toward the human race's realm had not caused any trouble.
Yet over the past several hundred thousand years, seeing the human race's decline, the several surrounding realms had begun to stir restlessly. The Nightmare Moon Realm in particular had taken advantage of the connection between the two realm passages to harbor great designs on the Tianhong Realm, wanting to determine whether Jing Mu was in seclusion, had fallen, or had ascended.
Jiang Tian's wild laughter and words jolted Qin Fengming awake.
Jiang Tian had not been from the same era as Jing Mu, but he knew how powerful Jing Mu had been and held some dread of him in his heart. Now that he had seen the writing on the stone wall, how could he still harbor any doubts? He was certain that the human race's Mahayana cultivator had fallen here, and that the corpse was Jing Mu's remains. The excitement in his heart could no longer be restrained.
"Kid, those remains over there belong to a senior of your human race, don't they? Since he left a final message, why aren't you hurrying over to gather his remains and then bury them in the Dragon Soul Realm?" Jiang Tian looked at Qin Fengming and spoke in an unfriendly tone.
Qin Fengming did not grow angry. Instead, he stepped into the chamber and walked straight toward a