Seeking out the secrets buried deep within Bone Forest was no easy task. Had Meng Zhao not cultivated Primordial Spirit Power, and had they not previously endured the ambush in that blood mist, gaining both coordinates and direction, merely distinguishing their bearings within this vast Bone Forest would have been exceedingly difficult.
Of course, there was one crucial point: the monster formed from the mutated corpse of that Great Grandmaster expert, as well as the successive bone monsters with extraordinary combat power that had appeared before.
They could not have emerged without cause. They must have been steeped in some immensely powerful force over countless years.
The source of those forces most likely came from the corpse of the Bone Demon God, as well as the power of the Bone Dao Fruit scattered somewhere unknown.
Meng Zhao had quite a few conjectures in his heart.
For instance, what exactly had made Seven-Headed Xiangliu hesitate in fear, ultimately returning to the depths of the Weak Water Abyss?
Was it the oppressive, intimidating presence brought by the Bone Demon God's corpse? Or had some terrifying monster been born upon that corpse? Or perhaps the power of the Bone Dao Fruit had gradually saturated the corpse of some dreadful expert or ferocious creature, creating an existence capable of suppressing Seven-Headed Xiangliu?
Those possibilities were still manageable. At the very least, Meng Zhao believed that with his current martial arts, cultivation, progress in the Life-Death Great Dao, and the many divine weapons and magical treasures he possessed, he still had the strength to fight.
Yet there was another possibility that even Meng Zhao found thorny—perhaps even unimaginably dangerous, a brush with death.
The Bone Demon God was dead, yet not completely dead. He might still revive. And the one that had intimidated Seven-Headed Xiangliu