Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The bones on the ground were brittle, shattering beneath his feet.
Jiang Qiao deliberately picked up a few pieces and examined them closely. They were extremely ancient, yet still flickered with supernatural fluctuations.
The owners of these bones had definitely been extraordinary.
He could identify human bones, as well as the remains of tigers, leopards, cattle, and horses. But far more lay beyond his knowledge; he had no idea what creatures had left them behind.
Yet all the bones bore strange seal-script markings and talismanic inscriptions.
These were the traces of powerful beings.
Evil spirits or humans with physical bodies would develop similar patterns on their bones once their strength reached the fifth tier.
Even if their supernatural power dissipated after death, these patterns would not disappear.
They would remain on the bones until the bones themselves crumbled completely into dust.
In other words.
The owners of the bones here had been at least fifth tier!
And some of the enormous skeletons scattered among them... they were white as jade, dazzling and translucent. Even after the passage of countless years, they still radiated an extraordinary aura.
"Seventh tier!" Jiang Qiao looked at an enormous bone to his left, over ten meters long.
Its joints were arranged like those of a human hand.
But its sharp, elongated shape also resembled a claw.
"Were all these remains gathered here deliberately, or did they accumulate by chance?"
In supernatural places.
Sometimes, even the strangest sights could have formed naturally.
Meaning no one had arranged them.
They had appeared on their own.
So it was hard to say whether the scene before him was man-made or caused by some unconscious supernatural phenomenon.
"Gray Mist Port really is interesting."
"An ordinary port controlled by natives, connected to a supernatural place like this."