Tomb
The clash between two core formation cultivators was enough to destroy every tangible thing within range. Yu Ci saw clearly that even the Curse Sword Conch had suffered some minor damage. Yet beneath Pang Ji, within a radius of five feet, aside from the scorched marks left by thunder and fire, there were unexpectedly no traces of Xiao Fuyun's potent medicinal suggestion. Compared with the surrounding area, it stood out like a sore thumb.
Yu Ci walked up to Pang Ji and examined him closely for a moment. Suddenly, he reached beneath Pang Ji's charred, tattered clothes and tore off a necklace. An irregular iron shard hung from its end, as though someone had casually cut it out. Yet its surface was densely covered in rather intricate patterns. Yu Ci weighed it lightly in his hand and found it astonishingly light.
During the past few months at the Li Chen Sect's mountain gate, Yu Ci had heard quite a bit about the crucial points of such unusual objects. He immediately activated his Spirit Transformation intent and swept it with his consciousness. Following the sect's secret teachings, he rapidly recombined the fragmented information upon it in several ways, found the decoding format that made the most sense, and abruptly understood.
After encountering cultivators from the Heavy Artifact Sect and Xiao Fuyun in succession, Yu Ci had already seen the caliber of cultivators capable of entering the Sword Garden. Precisely because of that, a question had lingered in his heart. Although Pang Ji and his band of petty thieves were also at the upper level of Spirit Communion, judging by their exchanges, not one among them could be called a true "figure." How had they passed through the Sword Garden's outer sword-intent seal?
Now, the truth had come to light.
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