The enormous plaza lay in ruins. Huge cracks split the hard stone ground, and deep furrows had been plowed through many places.
There were even more fragments of magical artifacts here. What tightened the hearts of the group was the many corpses scattered haphazardly across the plaza.
Because too much time had passed, these corpses had long since lost all flesh and blood, leaving only skeletal remains still propping up the clothes around them.
Yet those skeletons were badly damaged as well, with very few intact. Only from the spread-out clothing could one roughly tell they had once been human-shaped.
Most of the clothing worn by these people was fairly similar, so they should have belonged to the same faction.
But that did not necessarily mean those wearing different clothing were cultivators from another faction. Even within the same sect, there were disciples who disliked wearing sect robes.
Elder Hao took a step through the air and arrived at a spot where massive boulders had been flung up by powerful spells. Before one of those boulders sat a skeleton.
This skeleton was relatively well preserved. It sat there with its legs stretched straight ahead, its skull and both arms already gone, its back resting against a boulder.
After Elder Hao arrived, he began carefully examining the person.
Li Yan and Master Lan remained where they were, but as they surveyed their surroundings, they also inspected the corpses one by one.
"These black robes, embroidered with the character 'Soul' over the right breast, belong to Soul Prison Clan cultivators. The information left behind by the Third Ancestor explained this in great detail."
Elder Hao's calm voice carried over as he once again looked around.
There were three to four hundred people dressed like this throughout the incomparably vast plaza, while the