The Death-Dried Corpse

As one undead after another was chosen to rest, the Abyssal Depths finally fell truly silent. All the while, Xiao Yang continued pressing deeper.

"Found it!"

Xiao Yang had found the thing hidden in the deepest darkness.

"Something that looks a little familiar?"

He raised his head. Darkness held no secrets from Xiao Yang.

"A gigantic, petrified hollow skull."

Xiao Yang had seen something similar before, in the Skeleton Dungeon.

"A Titan...?"

Xiao Yang had never expected to see such a thing deep in the Abyssal Depths.

He had originally assumed this was simply an ancient, silent battlefield. That much was clear from the remnants of murmured words, which became more distinct and more numerous the farther down he went.

[They're dead. They're all dead.

We succeeded.

But... that dazzling light...

They're all dead.]

The farther down he went, the more frequently these despondent utterances appeared. Guided by them, Xiao Yang had found the fiercest battlefield not long ago.

A silent, lifeless place.

Weapons were embedded densely in the soil and rock, spreading outward from a central point.

Xiao Yang's forging might have lacked a certain spirit, but he was still a genuine Master Blacksmith.

He casually pulled a rusted weapon from the soil. Just by weighing it in his hand, he could roughly determine its former rank.

"At least excellent quality."

Excellent-quality weapons could hardly be called poor. Epic Rank weapons were not easy to come by. Even among the great powers of the myriad heavens, excellent-quality weapons were generally reserved for their elite core members.

And this was only one of the countless weapons scattered across this silent place.

There was no doubt about it: behind an excellent weapon, there was usually an equally excellent warrior.

Brushing his fingers over the blade, Xiao Yang found two surviving