As Ling Tian and the others sensed the soul-burning aura and entered the third cave, their gazes were immediately drawn to the man and woman before them. They couldn't look away.
The reason they couldn't look away was that the two were leaning against each other. One of them was a monk, like Wu De, but he was much more refined in appearance. His monk's robe was neat, and his bearing extraordinary; he looked every bit a jade-like gentleman.
The monk was gazing down at the woman in his arms. His eyes seemed to hold an inescapable sorrow, along with a hint of release. It was an extremely strange sight.
The woman in his arms wore a white dress. Her appearance bore some resemblance to Tian Xin's, but she was no less beautiful. Her peerless features made her a rare beauty.
But there was a hole between her brows, and a faint trace of crimson blood showed within it. Her eyes held a hint of shock, along with the same look of release as the monk's. It was clear that someone had shattered her soul, and that was what had killed her.
"Ling Tian, this woman really is from the Profound Ice Celestial Silkworm Race," Po Qiong's voice sounded in their minds. There was a hint of shock in his tone. "The Immortal Yuan Power in her body is almost completely depleted. The fatal wound is between her brows; she must have been struck by a Death Nether Wolf Spider's claw. What's strange is that there isn't a trace of Death Nether Qi in the wound. And this woman also has the aura of returning to the Dao."
"Perhaps that's why this master burned his soul in fury after my senior met such a tragic end," Tian Xin murmured, her