Two days slipped by soundlessly amid the deathly silent ruins of the Endless Ruins.
Just as Qin He rounded a mountain-like heap of palace wreckage and prepared to venture deeper into the darker Void Domain, his gaze abruptly sharpened.
The mist ahead dispersed, revealing two figures suspended in silent confrontation within a rare expanse of empty void.
It was not a lone ancient corpse, but a pair.
The two bodies faced one another, frozen in the final instant of a battle from ages past. Their postures were fierce and tragic, unchanged in the slightest.
The figure on the left wore tattered Immortal Court chainmail. Its plates were mottled and yellowed, yet despite enduring the erosion of the void for countless ages, it remained orderly and solemn, retaining the disciplined bearing of an orthodox immortal army.
His hair was bound high, his features hard and resolute, his eyes tightly shut. Though dead for countless ages, a trace of unyielding determination to defend still lingered between his brows.
He gripped a long ancient spear, its shaft covered in dense rust marks, yet straight as a ruler. It had steadily pierced through the vital point in the chest of the person opposite him.
The figure on the right possessed an entirely different aura. His black robe had long since withered and turned brittle, its edges torn into wisps, while a dark and gloomy presence curled around him.
His flesh was grayish, his bones bizarrely formed. He was clearly no orthodox cultivator, but an Ancient Era evil cultivator through and through.
The curved evil blade in his hand was covered in strange patterns. It had viciously pierced the Immortal Court warrior's brow and sea of consciousness, precisely locking onto the foundation of his primordial soul.
One spear through the chest, one blade through the