From afar, the sight of those pillars and the three cultivators' corpses visibly lifted Ancestor Xuanyuan, True Person Huoyun, and Li Yizhan's spirits.
The robes on the three cultivators' corpses were clearly unlike the styles of robes worn today. One look was enough to tell that they dated back an extremely long time.
Most crucially, the robes on those three corpses still shimmered with spiritual light. Though they were too far away to judge their exact grades, the fact that their spiritual light had not faded after more than ten thousand years showed that these robes were no ordinary goods. If robes of such grade had not been taken away, the cultivators might well have had other items on them too.
Led all the way by the Yang Zhi Bird, Wei Suo and the others arrived before those pillars without a hitch.
Every frozen azure wooden pillar, as well as the refined-gold chains coiled around them, was covered in profound, indescribable rune patterns.
Everyone's gazes involuntarily gathered upon the nearest corpse of a cultivator in azure robes.
The cultivator's flesh had not decayed in the slightest. It was still possible to see that he had been a gaunt cultivator of around forty, but after being frozen for so long by the mysterious ice-cold aura here, his entire body had turned blackish gray, making for a horrifying sight.
His azure robe was as pristine as new and emitted a faint green glow. The instant everyone's spiritual senses touched it, two streaks of azure radiance, like carp, appeared upon the robe and swam around its surface with remarkable liveliness. Everyone felt their probing spiritual senses rebound.
"This robe not only blocks spiritual senses and prevents cultivators from probing it, but also allows its wearer to detect when another cultivator's spiritual sense is