At that moment, he put away the Netherworld Sacred Coin, lit the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, and walked step by step into the canyon.
The mountain around the canyon was solid. Only a few Stone had fallen during the surge of qi just now. Everything had long since gone quiet again...
Tang Changsheng walked deeper in. Bones carpeted the ground, most of them from birds. Any bird foolish enough to fly over the canyon was likely affected, and once it fell in, it never came out.
Deep in the canyon stood a Stone altar, surrounded by the corpses of many demonic creatures that had died suddenly. They bore few outward injuries, but blood had poured from their noses and mouths, and their eyes bulged as though they had been shaken to death where they stood.
Tang Changsheng searched the area. Finding no survivors, he was about to leave with a cold laugh.
Then he gave a startled murmur. Something had caught his eye. He headed toward a collapsed section of the canyon wall, where the fallen Stone had exposed a mass of stark white bones.
They belonged to an enormous animal. No one knew how many ages had passed, yet at a glance, the bones still looked metallic, incredibly dense and strong.
There was no telling how huge the creature had been. The collapsed section of Mountain stretched more than ten meters, but even that did not reveal the full extent of its skeleton.
Surprise crossed Tang Changsheng's face. He went up and rapped on a bone. It was like striking a steel ingot. He could feel that it was no less sturdy than steel.
"Many forms of Witchcraft require the bones of powerful creatures as a medium. These could still be useful to me..."
Tang Changsheng was weighing his