Deep within the Sea of Suffering, an unnamed island.
Song Yan's figure darted, already reaching the depths of the island.
A crystal-clear human skeleton sat cross-legged, with nothing in front of it.
Song Yan was not surprised. Opportunities born under the very eyes of the Master of Heaven and Earth could hardly be the turn of later generations. If it truly were his turn, he would have to be on guard again.
The mystical breeze once again wafted up.
Song Yan looked and saw that the obsessions in the air here touched this crystalline skeleton, which then naturally turned into a clear breeze after being purified.
This skeleton, even in death, still retained an aroma, sitting in the center of the Sea of Suffering, as if to transcend the obsessions of the Celestial Demons in the world.
An inexplicable respect welled up from the bottom of his heart.
