"Hmm?"
Yang Lingtian raised an eyebrow. His figure blurred, and he appeared before the ruins in an instant.
He reached out and released a trace of divine power, blasting apart the thick layer of ice covering them.
A tiny, frozen scrap of cloth lay there in silence.
The fragment was only the size of a fingernail. Despite having been sealed in ice for countless years, it had retained its original color and texture.
Though stained with snow and ice, the distinctive cloud patterns on it, along with the special material woven from Star Silkworm silk...
Yang Lingtian's breath suddenly caught.
He extended a trembling hand and carefully pinched up the scrap of cloth.
It was cold to the touch, yet seemed to carry a trace of familiar warmth.
This material, these patterns...
They were unmistakably from an ornament Yiyue had once worn.
"Yiyue!"
Yang Lingtian's heart clenched violently.
What he had seen in the illusion array before had all been false.
But the scrap of cloth before him was undeniably real.
Why was it here?
Had the power of the killing array swept it out from somewhere?
Countless thoughts flashed wildly through Yang Lingtian's mind.
Yet in the end, they all converged on a possibility that made his heart pound wildly.
Yiyue had been here. She had truly entered this Ancient Land of Fallen Gods.
This discovery sent towering waves surging through Yang Lingtian's heart.
The chill colder than ten-thousand-year profound ice was instantly replaced by a blazing inferno.
It was the fire of hope, and also endless worry and anguish.
What had she encountered here? Was she injured?
Where was she now...?
Yang Lingtian abruptly closed his eyes and pushed his divine sense to its utmost limit.
With the collapse of the two protective arrays, the suppression of divine