"Despair!"
Lin Fan sensed emotions from the white bones. That epoch had suffered an utter defeat, without a shred of hope, leaving only helplessness and loss.
At last, the lingering obsession let out a sigh and dispersed.
It seemed to be conveying a heartfelt cry, grief pushed to its utmost, pain deepened into despair. No dawn could be seen ahead, and the future was nothing but darkness...
After a long while, Lin Fan steadied his mind and shouted, "What does your failure have to do with me? You cannot represent this epoch, nor can you represent me!"
With that, he quickly left this lifeless place. On any other day, he would have dug it up no matter what and taken some bones out to sell.
Although most of their essence had dissipated, he could still fetch a good price outside by calling them immortal bones left over from the previous epoch.
However, with this delay and all the time Lin Fan had wasted trying to catch the Eight Treasure Qilin, another group of creatures had broken in from outside.
Now, the number of powerful beings in this little world had suddenly swelled, each searching for opportunities.
"Could this island be part of the Immortal Ancient Ruins?" Lin Fan guessed.
The floating island was small, yet it held plenty of opportunities, including more than one Saint Medicine. Such a thing could never happen in the Lower Realm.
Of course, he had not forgotten his ultimate purpose in coming here. He glanced at the towering peak in the center and headed toward it.
By then, many beings had already gathered there. The Golden Giant, Golden Crows, members of the Holy Feather Clan, and others were all making their way along a narrow path.
Just as he wondered why they were moving so