"Looks like this is Marquis Xuangang himself."
Chen Changming's expression turned wary as he slowly approached the seated corpse.
Something about this place felt inexplicably strange. A faint sense of danger hung in the air, keeping him instinctively on high alert.
Chen Changming stopped before Marquis Xuangang, his gaze falling on the blood-red Xuangang Battle Armor.
It was a top-grade Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure. Even without blood and vital energy to activate it, the treasure gave off powerful waves of vital energy, as though an ancient beast slumbered within. The sight alone was daunting.
Chen Changming did not rush to put on the Xuangang Battle Armor. Instead, he released his divine sense, sweeping it over every inch of the armor like fine threads. From its surface patterns to the material beneath, he examined it all with meticulous care.
The scan revealed nothing. The armor appeared to be nothing more than a Spirit Treasure.
Chen Changming then turned his divine sense on Marquis Xuangang's corpse, probing it repeatedly from head to toe. Again, he found nothing unusual.
Thud!
Unwilling to give up, Chen Changming raised a hand and boldly placed it on Marquis Xuangang's head.
With a gentle push, the corpse that had sat there for countless millennia toppled stiffly onto the floor. It landed with a dull thud, stirring up a thin layer of dust.
Chen Changming's "disrespect" toward Marquis Xuangang's corpse was a test to see whether he was truly dead.
If he was not, this would surely provoke his anger and force his remnant soul to reveal itself, exposing an opening.
Chen Changming knew that some powerful cultivators of the upper Fusion Realm from ancient times possessed heaven-defying methods. Even after their bodies perished, they could hide a wisp of their souls inside an object and wait for the