Heaven-Stealing Destiny, the Dao Lord's Decision

Wang Ping strode into that brilliant light.

Though dazzling, the light did not hurt his eyes, nor did it hold the slightest warmth. Instead, the golden radiance falling over him brought a bone-piercing chill.

"This is..."

Wang Ping looked around. He seemed to be in a corridor. The illuminated path was safe, but dangers lurked everywhere beyond the light.

All he could see were ruined walls and broken buildings, lying silent in the darkness, deathly still. Their architectural style clearly belonged to the Great Rebellion era.

After all, he had worked with the [Heaven-Stealing Thief] to build a Great Rebellion Secret Realm. By now, Wang Ping had gained a considerable understanding of that era's architecture and fashions. Naturally, he recognized the ruins around him. He simply did not know whether they were real or fakes the Dao Lord had made for him to see.

Soon, however, he reached a conclusion.

He actually found a pile of bones on the illuminated path, crystalline as jade, lying shattered and scattered across its center and sides.

"That would be hard to fake..."

Even the [Heaven-Stealing Thief] had not dared do this when they built the Great Rebellion Secret Realm. Since corpses had appeared, the scene was highly credible.

Wang Ping focused his gaze, inspecting the bones one by one. Scattered though they were, they still wore all manner of clothing. The garments were damaged, but their materials were clearly of exceptional quality, still retaining a spiritual glow even now. At the sight, Wang Ping stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

The dead deserved the utmost respect.

By this point, Wang Ping had a good guess. These bones had most likely belonged to the Great Rebellion's Breath-Consuming Cultivators, who had died during its fall.

First, there was their clothing.

Second, there were their bones. Only