Dijiang looked at the length of thighbone. "There isn't a trace of aura left on this. I'm afraid this fellow was swallowed long ago, but why did its bones remain? Why were only these leg bones left?"
Daochen had the same questions. He shook his head helplessly. "I don't know. There's definitely more to this than meets the eye!"
But Daochen knew this matter could not be resolved easily.
"Never mind. Leave this to me. I'll discuss it with the Lord of Fate and the others. This thing is far too strange, and I'm afraid it could have a tremendous impact on the Primordial World. If there really is danger, we can withstand far more than you can."
"Still, the Ancestral Shamans are special. If anything comes up, I'll seek you out separately."
With that, the Demon Emperor cupped his hands toward the Houtu Temple. "Farewell."
Then he hurried away.
The first thing he needed to do was seal off that space.
The Lord of Fate, who was preparing for transformation, and Heavenly Dao Hongjun, who was cultivating in seclusion, were both interrupted.
"Your Majesty, you never visit the temple without a reason, do you? What happened that made you summon us in such a hurry?"
Daochen wasted no words and quickly recounted what had happened at Mount Buzhou.
"I called you here to see whether you have any solutions, or whether you've ever encountered anything like this."
"I tried all sorts of powers, but none of them could clear away those eerie illusions."
At that moment, the Lord of Fate suddenly spoke. "Could this be the legendary void?"
Daochen shook his head firmly. "It doesn't seem like the void. I think it's some special kind of life-form. I don't know how it came into being, but I'm certain there's