Withered Bones

Alan was Yun Xiumian's sister. Her origins were mysterious, and she surely knew plenty of hidden information. Chen Lin looked at her expectantly, hoping she could offer some advice.

But to his disappointment, Alan did not know either.

She shook her head. "This thing manifests only once every ten thousand years or more. Apart from those old monsters, no one has experienced it, so naturally no one understands it. Besides, they say this time is different. It's hard to predict what will happen."

She glanced at the bones beneath their feet, her expression grave. "If these bones were left by people who died here before, things probably won't go well. We need to be careful."

Chen Lin nodded.

It seemed no one knew anything definite about the Immortal Stele. They could only wait to see what happened next. Surely it had not dragged them in just to leave them standing here.

Shen Baiquan spoke up. "Fairy Alan, how did your investigation go? Did you find anything unusual farther out?"

Chen Lin understood. She had not come over because she heard the summons; she had been out investigating.

Alan shook her head again. "It's darker farther out, and the space is more violent. Apart from there being fewer bones, nothing changes."

After a moment's hesitation, she added, "I did notice something, though. The higher a person's talent grade, the closer they seem to land to the Immortal Stele. Those with poorer talent land farther away. I don't know if that means anything."

"There's a rule like that?"

Surprise crossed Shen Baiquan's face. He looked at Chen Lin and Luo Qinglan. Both seemed to have come from the direction of the Immortal Stele.

Then he glanced at Ling Qianxue. She had entered at almost the same time as him, yet she had