"What is this place?"
Muttering, Qin Shaofeng suddenly jolted awake.
He could still feel hunger, yet it had not clouded his mind. Even his own voice lacked the hoarseness and weakness brought on by excessive starvation.
What was going on?
He abruptly sprang to his feet.
Only then did he clearly see everything around him.
The so-called grand hall was not actually very large. It was only a dozen or so meters long and wide, far inferior to many of the Seven Stars Sect's magnificent buildings.
What truly caught his attention was what lay before him.
It was a lotus stone platform.
A skeletal corpse sat cross-legged atop the stone platform.
It had clearly been seated in death for an unknown number of years, yet in its palm rested a tiny bead—or perhaps it was a cluster of ghostfire.
The moment he saw this scene, the sword in his hand began to hum again.
"What's going on? Could this corpse be this sword's true owner?"
He immediately examined it and quickly confirmed his suspicion.
Before the lotus stone platform where the corpse sat was a narrow crack, evidently a mark left by the longsword piercing it.
Qin Shaofeng immediately understood.
There was evidently some mechanism here that he could not comprehend, and this sword was the key to entering this place and unlocking its secrets.
With everything suddenly clear, he was overjoyed.
He had never expected that the sword he had forcibly seized in a moment of greed would play such a strange role at a time like this.
This place was bizarre in every respect. He did not dare think too much and hurriedly drew the longsword from his hand.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Amid a series of strange sounds,
when Qin Shaofeng saw the sword's appearance, his eyes nearly