There was a mist-shrouded space inside the armor plate.
The space was not large, yet countless wondrous patterns spread across it, densely covering every inch. They resembled Formation patterns, yet not quite.
Three figures sat cross-legged in the corners. All three were Insect Race.
With only a cursory glance, Lu Ye knew that the three Insect Race cultivators were already dead.
They appeared to have suffered no injuries, but all life had indeed left them.
Lu Ye frowned, somewhat uncertain what was going on. With a stir of his divine sense, he swept up the three corpses and removed them from the armor plate's inner space.
He reached out to inspect them. The corpses were not yet cold, which meant they had died only recently.
By that logic, these three Insect Race cultivators had likely died at the same time as the Insect Race cultivator he had killed.
Drawing the Crag Mountain Saber, he cut open the three Insect Race bodies. Before long, he extracted five Dao Bones from each, fifteen in total.
That undoubtedly proved that these three Insect Race cultivators had also possessed the strength of the Ninth Layer Dao.
The armor plate was undoubtedly a Dao Artifact, and one of exceptionally high quality at that. But why had Insect Race cultivators been inside it? And why had they died together with that slain Insect Race cultivator?
A vague idea arose in Lu Ye's heart.
To verify it, he would have to try.
Lu Ye raised a hand and condensed a Talent Tree Clone, then tossed the armor plate over.
The Clone caught it and, without hesitation, pressed it against his chest.
The instant they touched, the armor plate seemed to come alive. Fine tendrils suddenly emerged from it and pierced into the Clone's chest.
Intense pain struck,