He did not dare lower his guard in the slightest. The Merit Soul Body quietly circulated, and a wisp of golden Soul Qi hovered above his sea of consciousness, ever vigilant for any movement from the skeleton.
Beyond the Other Shore Realm, cultivators' paths of Dao Comprehension varied by a thousand miles. Some cultivated until their physical bodies attained sainthood; some cultivated indestructible souls; others went even further, using skeletal remains as a foundation to linger through the ages by borrowing the laws of heaven and earth.
No one could say whether this seemingly lifeless skeleton might suddenly open its eyes and, with a raised hand, lay down a certain-kill trap.
One had to know that above the realm of Saints, differences in strength could no longer be measured by common sense.
Though both might be in the Saint Realm, some could overturn seas with a flip of their hand, while others could only barely protect themselves amid the torrent of laws. Such a disparity far exceeded the gulf between man and dog.
Qin He stood motionless within the chaos, his gaze locked tightly onto that dark-gold skeleton. One incense stick's time, then one or two hours passed. Only after confirming that not a trace of law fluctuations surrounded the skeleton, and that even the Runes upon its bones merely maintained a faint glow without any sign of awakening, did the weight hanging over his heart ease slightly.
Even so, he still did not dare approach. He merely slowly shifted his attention back to the seven Order Divine Chains.
The means of breaking them remained distant and uncertain.
Over the next three days and nights, Qin He did not move a single step. He remained hidden where he was as the Source-Birth Law spread out like a spiderweb, reproducing every