'Sigh'.
Wang Jixuan heard a sigh in a daze, and he followed with a sigh as well.
An inexplicable melancholy slowly grew in his heart.
The [Stone of the Past] in front of him flickered with light, and a scene slowly appeared before his eyes.
It was in this grand hall;
Outside was a constant flickering of light, which must have been the light of a fierce battle, and Wang Jixuan vaguely saw the purple flames reaching the sky.
This did not seem to be just a scene;
The scorching air, the turmoil of spiritual energy, the crying of souls, the fear of living beings, all could be sensed at this moment.
An ethereal figure sat on a cushion, filled with decadence and despair.
He appeared to be in his thirties;
The ethereal figure was a residual soul, and unless deliberately altered, the residual soul records the appearance of the body at the time of death.
