The True Dragon Ancient Sword carried the mostly pared-down bone over to Fang Yun.
The enormous bone split down the middle, revealing an empty cavity within the spine.
Intricate, mysterious patterns covered the cavity, brimming with the aura of the Sacred Way.
Fang Yun studied the Sacred Way patterns closely, a sea of stars swirling in his eyes as time flowed through them.
After a long while, Fang Yun reached out and tapped it with a finger. The Sacred Way patterns inside the spinal cavity trembled rapidly, constantly merging and changing. Only after several dozen breaths did a tiny skull emerge.
The Bone Clan habitually fashioned skulls into storage treasures.
Holding the skull, Fang Yun frowned slightly.
There was actually a Saint Ancestor's brand inside. With his abilities, he could not possibly unravel it, nor could he even put it into his Literary World.
Fang Yun could only shrink the skull until it fit in one hand, then hang it at his waist.
Fang Yun put away White Ancestor's avatar and flew toward the tallest mountain.
The power contained within a Saint Ancestor's avatar surpassed even that of a Peak Great Sage.
Amid the mountains and dense forests, the sages of the various races secretly watched Fang Yun.
More than ten teams of sages had already gathered here.
First, they had heard both sides transmitting their voices through sage intent. Then they had seen only a river of stars surrounding the two sages, followed by darkness engulfing heaven and earth. Within a few breaths, the darkness had dispersed, and Fang Yun had put away White Ancestor's avatar and left.
Watching Fang Yun's retreating figure, sensing that his aura had not weakened in the slightest, and considering how briefly the battle had lasted, the sages of the various teams who had