A dark mountain cave.
The Scripture Transmission Elder sat cross-legged beside the Ancient Immortal Broken Stele, his expression incomparably grim.
Not far from his side, Skeleton Sect disciples lay sprawled all over the ground. This batch of disciples who had comprehended the Ancient Immortal Broken Stele had suffered grievous casualties. Several unlucky fools had been turned directly into idiots. It could be considered a total rout; even his Direct Disciple, Ma De, did not escape. Though he had acted in time to preserve the boy's life, his foundation had been completely ruined. Whether he could continue cultivating afterward was another matter entirely.
After causing such an enormous mess, he had no idea how to explain it to the Sect Master.
"Th-there's an Ancient God."
Ma De crawled to the Scripture Transmission Elder's side, drool streaming from his mouth, his eyes filled with terror.
"Get lost, you waste!"
With a sweep of his sleeve, the Scripture Transmission Elder sent him flying into a corner, piled together with those half-dead bodies. According to Skeleton Sect tradition, these "defective products" would certainly have their consciousness erased by the sect before being buried underground again. Then, using the peculiar traits of the Skeleton Sect, these corpses would grow consciousness anew.
The flesh did not decay, while the divine soul was easily replaced.
That was the true essence of the Skeleton Sect.
In other cultivation sects, what remained after death was a corpse. But in the Skeleton Sect, only the divine soul could die.
Because corpses could be reborn.
Crack!!
A fissure suddenly appeared on the Ancient Immortal Broken Stele.
"Bold indeed!"
The Scripture Transmission Elder's expression changed as the aura around his body immediately surged.
The value of the Ancient Immortal Broken Stele was not something these disciples could compare to. If disciples died,