Zhao Ming stood beside the corpse, calmly studying the black soul bone in his hand.
It was a skull, pitch-black all over, its surface covered in dark gold patterns identical to those on Tang Fangrui's Clear Sky Hammer.
The soul power within it was pure and substantial. Holding it, he could clearly feel the surging power inside. This was a high-quality ten-thousand-year head soul bone, approximately twenty thousand years old.
After putting the skull into his Storage Soul Tool, Zhao Ming crouched down and carefully examined Tang Fangrui's corpse.
His spiritual power swept over Tang Fangrui's remains inch by inch, like invisible tentacles.
He quietly activated his Illusion-Breaking Eye. In his vision, Tang Fangrui's corpse became a transparent diagram of energy. Bones, meridians, dantian-every detail was clearly visible.
Suddenly, Zhao Ming's gaze sharpened slightly.
A faint fluctuation of energy in Tang Fangrui's left leg caught his attention.
A soul bone!
Another soul bone!
Zhao Ming's interest stirred. Holding two fingers of his right hand together like a blade, he condensed a sharp edge of soul power at their tips and carefully sliced through the skin and muscle of Tang Fangrui's left leg.
Dark red blood slowly seeped out, revealing a deep blue-green soul bone within the flesh.
It was a left leg bone, its surface covered in fine patterns that crisscrossed like tree roots, exuding a steady, weighty aura.
Zhao Ming extracted the left leg bone intact and held it in his hand for a careful examination.
This soul bone was also around twenty thousand years old, and its quality was on par with the skull.
Its internal soul power structure was intact, and its energy fluctuations were pure and substantial, without the muddled traces left by repeated fusion. This meant that since the beast had been killed, the bone