In the silent depths of the Space-Time Turbulence lay an unknown space.
This space was not large, only several dozen square meters, drifting slowly through the surging turbulence of time and space like a bubble.
Spatial Cage Zone!
This was a safe Spatial Cage Zone, a sacred cultivation ground every expert of the Floating Sky Continent hoped to find.
Though this Spatial Cage Zone was small, it carried a dense aura of ancient ruins. Upon a stone platform at its center sat an aged body.
This body had already stopped breathing, yet its muscles remained full and elastic, brimming with vitality. One could tell at a glance that it had belonged to an incomparably powerful supreme figure in life.
However earthshaking a great figure might have been in life, once dead, they were merely a cold corpse.
Before the corpse lay a thick book, densely covered in peculiar characters that radiated the vast, righteous aura of the Confucian Sect.
The Confucian Sect was known as the orthodox lineage of the world. Nearly all human etiquette had been passed down from this race. Yet like the Buddhist Sect, they had long vanished from humanity's sight, no one knowing where they had gone.
Who would have thought that this small Spatial Cage Zone contained the corpse of a great Confucian scholar from who knew how many years ago?
Crack!
A crisp sound suddenly rang out beside the corpse, followed by the struggling movement of a ragged figure.
Nearly every bone in this figure's body had been shattered, and not a patch of skin remained intact. Their aura was so weak that death seemed ready to claim them at any moment.
Yet the eyes that slowly opened brimmed with a hatred so intense it seemed capable of tearing heaven and earth apart.
"Nie