Lily An'er felt weighed down. She had noticed that several of the corpses from earlier had died strangely, without a single mark on their bodies. She mentioned it to Bei Menlie, but he didn't think much of it.
"An'er, there are countless strange arts and battle techniques in the universe. Some people can use battle techniques that leave no marks, but still damage the internal organs. It's not that there are no wounds—just that they can't be seen. It's normal. All it means is that there's an expert ahead of us," Bei Mengang said.
Lily An'er knitted her brows. Was it really that simple? She wasn't new to exploring the universe. How could she fail to tell whether there were any wounds? But Bei Menlie didn't care, and there was nothing she could do.
With a crash, a building like a towering pagoda collapsed in the distance, crumbling into dust.
Everyone was used to it by now. The buildings here were so ancient that they could hardly be preserved; even the written records had vanished.
Bei Menlie glanced over casually and was about to leave when his pupils suddenly contracted. He spotted a stone slab that hadn't yet crumbled completely. He couldn't tell where on the tower it had fallen from, but it bore traces of carvings.
His breathing quickened. He suddenly dashed toward it. Seeing Bei Menlie's unusual reaction, Lily An'er and the others immediately followed.
Bei Menlie tore through the void and appeared in front of the slab. He stared intently at the pattern carved into it, as though trying to imprint it in his mind. Behind him, Lily An'er and the others had arrived. Bei Menlie's gaze flickered, and star energy swept out from beneath his feet, reducing the slab to dust.
The gesture was subtle, and