Every dwelling of the Giant Spirit God Lineage was vast, with lofty, spacious halls.
The heavy doors swung open.
Li Ye froze. Deep inside the great hall, a cushion woven from Golden Immortal Silkworm Silk rested on the floor, its surface blanketed in thick dust.
On either side of the cushion lay a gigantic Green Dragon Crescent Blade. Its edge was blue-white, and even the thick layer of dust could not conceal its sharpness.
It lay perfectly still.
The blade was made partly of Cloud Patterned Azure Gold, a material Li Ye recognized.
Beside it, a small black-and-white tower lay toppled on its side.
Li Ye recognized at once that the dust on the cushion was bone ash.
The last True Immortal Ancestor of the Giant Spirit God Lineage had passed away here, undergoing Dao Transformation in his own Dao Field.
"He must have died while in Closed Door Cultivation..."
Li Ye guessed.
Otherwise, an Ancestor of such a great clan would normally summon his people before he died and arrange his affairs.
Yet this one had passed away in his own Dao Field countless millennia ago, and no one had even discovered him.
His weapons lay scattered to the side.
He must have run into trouble while meditating on the Great Dao in seclusion, or perished while trying to break through to a higher realm.
Li Ye's expression turned solemn. He straightened his clothes and bowed deeply toward the cushion. "Senior, I am Li Ye, a junior of later generations. I pay my respects."
"I've come to collect your remains!"
Only after completing the ritual did he enter the great hall and approach the cushion. He took out a jade bottle to collect the True Immortal's bone ash.
But the moment his fingers touched the golden cushion, the bone