The palace ruins were even more dilapidated than they had appeared from afar.
Massive stone pillars had snapped in the middle and jutted diagonally from the ground, their surfaces covered in dense black veins corroded by Evil Qi, like blood vessels.
Most of the dome had collapsed, exposing the dim Celestial Vault. Dark red light leaked through the gaps and fell over the ruins like congealed blood.
Countless bones and fragments of treasures lay scattered across the ground.
Shattered Dharma Treasures, rusted Spiritual Materials, and damaged Jade Slips were mixed among the bones and rubble, their original forms utterly ruined by time and Evil Qi.
Su Miao crouched down and picked up a fragment of a Jade Slip.
The fragment was only the size of a thumb, with uneven edges. The Dao inscriptions carved upon it had long since been worn beyond recognition.
She tried channeling a wisp of Spiritual Power into it. The fragment gave off a faint glow, then shattered with a snap, turning to powder that slipped through her fingers.
Too much time had passed.
So much that it could no longer withstand even a trace of Spiritual Power and would shatter at the slightest touch.
Su Miao rose to her feet, dusted the ash from her hands, and looked toward the center of the ruins.
There, a pitch-black spear was embedded in the ground.
The entire spear was black and covered in cracks. A dark red glow faintly flowed within those cracks, radiating a chilling killing intent.
It was as if the spear itself had been born for slaughter, its killing intent its breath and heartbeat.
The aura emanating from the spear reminded Su Miao of a legendary name.
"God-Slaying Spear?!"
Zhunti's pupils contracted slightly as he recognized the object as well.
"It should be an