"What is the Black Furred Ghost?"
"I have heard of the Black Furred Ghost before."
"But wasn't it rumored that the Black Furred Ghost had vanished twenty thousand years ago?" Nameless Starfall looked toward
"Yes, it truly has been gone for twenty thousand years. But this fur — it truly belongs to the Black Furred Ghost. There is no mistake, because I have seen the black fur of the Black Furred Ghost collected by my predecessors,"
"Could it be a forgery?" Nameless Starfall asked.
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Hummm—
Suddenly, blood-red lines began to emerge along the surface of the long black fur.
As those blood-red lines appeared, a thick, heavy scent of blood also surged forth.
The stench was incredibly dense — it would take the blood of tens of thousands of people pooled together to produce such an overpowering smell of blood.
At that moment,
Moreover, at this very moment, apart from the thick scent of blood, the fur also emanated a unique aura.
It was the aura of the ancient era.
Everyone present could sense just how extraordinary this long black fur truly was.
"Could it really be the return of the Black Furred Ghost?" Nameless Starfall's brows furrowed deeply.
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And so,
Roughly twenty thousand years ago, an elder of the
Inside the coffin lay a woman of extraordinary beauty, resembling a celestial fairy. Every person who laid eyes upon her was full of praise.
It should be noted that those who had been able to enter that ruin, while not the absolute peak existences of the Ancestral Martial Star Domain, were still formidable figures of great standing in that era.
Yet even these worldly, experienced figures all agreed that the woman was the most beautiful person they had ever seen.
The woman must have been from the ancient era. Though she had been dead for countless years, her body was perfectly preserved. There was even a faint smile hanging at the corners of her lips — even in death, she appeared to have passed in perfect peace.
The reason her corpse remained undecayed was a book cradled in her hands.
The book was entirely jade-like in appearance, shimmering with radiance, and it could preserve the body from decay.
If the book had possessed only this function, it would have been one thing. But inscribed upon the book were rows upon rows of text. Though the characters were profound and difficult to comprehend, they contained the Dao of martial cultivation. Even through the crystal coffin, people could sense the extraordinary nature of the book.
Everyone knew that if one could achieve sudden enlightenment of the Dao within the book, one's cultivation would surely advance and one's strength would surge.
A treasure of such caliber — every single person was moved by desire.
But standing before the coffin was a stone stele, one that filled all who saw it with dread.
The stele bore no barrier formations, nor any arrays. It simply had seven great characters carved upon its surface.
Those who touch the coffin shall die a wretched death!!!