Lin Ming picked up the object that had caught his interest.
It was a bottle.
To be precise, it was a medicine bottle sealed inside a Soul Tool.
They had actually used a Level 8 Soul Tool.
Lin Ming raised his eyebrows slightly. Level 8 Soul Tools had been exceedingly rare ten thousand years ago. Using one to seal a bottle of medicine was no small extravagance.
He examined the Soul Tool in his hand closely. Its casing had already begun to decay, its patterns were mottled, and fine cracks had appeared in many places. Clearly, it had endured the erosion of long years.
Although the medicine inside the bottle had also petrified, it still bore a faint green sheen.
The bottle itself clearly stated the medicine's origins. This was also why those people had been able to identify whom it belonged to.
A gift from Medicine Immortal Douluo Wang Xian'er.
Besides the medicine bottle, a trace of extremely faint Soul Power fluctuations also remained inside the Soul Tool.
This trace of Soul Power was already incredibly thin, like a candle guttering in the wind, liable to go out at any moment. Yet Lin Ming could still sense it clearly.
It was the medicine bottle owner's Soul Power.
Or rather, Wang Xian'er's Soul Power.
This trace of Soul Power had been perfectly sealed within the Level 8 Soul Tool, remaining undispersed through ten thousand years.
For Lin Ming, that was already enough.
With Soul Power present, he had room to work.
Lin Ming glanced over the other objects unearthed alongside it and soon pieced together a complete story.
The tomb's owner had probably been one of Wang Xian'er's devoted bootlickers.
Yes, a bootlicker.
Judging by the other unearthed objects, this person had spent his entire life chasing Wang Xian'er's footsteps,