The stone chamber was utterly silent.
Xiao Yan's gaze swept across the chamber, taking everything in.
The stone table, the three ancient stone boxes, the dried bones of an ancient powerhouse who had been dead for who knew how many years, and the scattered gold coins and tattered pages of an old book in the corner.
"This place has been here for quite some time."
Xiao Yan spoke calmly, a trace of emotion in his voice.
He walked toward the stone table, his gaze settling on the three stone boxes.
The boxes were a blue-gray color all over. Their surfaces were covered in the marks of time, yet they still gave off faint ripples of spiritual energy. Clearly, what they held was no ordinary treasure.
"Brother Xiao Yan, is this... really an ancient ruin?"
Xiao Yi Xian followed behind him, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Though she had little experience, she knew what the words "ancient ruin" meant.
They spoke of treasures countless powerhouses dreamed of. Even a single item found inside could send someone soaring to the top.
And now, such an opportunity had appeared before her without warning.
"Indeed."
Xiao Yan nodded, his gaze falling on the dried bones beside the stone table.
The bones had been dead for who knew how many years. They had yellowed, yet still sat upright, giving off faint ripples of Dou Qi.
The skull had rolled down and rested against the thigh bone. Its empty eye sockets seemed to gaze at the two intruders, silently bearing witness to the ravages of time.
"This senior must have been at least a Dou Wang in life."
Xiao Yan spoke in an even tone.
In any case, anyone who could leave behind a ruin deep in the Monster Mountain Range was no ordinary person.
Though