In the bone pool, Lu Ye strode forward, weaving his way through one figure after another.
His arrival didn't stir up the slightest ripple. These bone chalices seemed utterly unaware of him; they didn't even have the intention to spare him a single glance. Every face was withered, lifelessly numb.
Lu Ye's heart was filled with sorrow.
What he mourned wasn't the tragic fate of these bone chalices, but the way they had resigned themselves to it.
These people weren't shackled in any way, yet they still just sat here, bitterly cultivating without pause, contributing their strength to Edgeless City.
This was a numbness that didn't even have the courage to die. Endless ages of enslavement and captivity had already stripped these people of their bloodlust.
The bottom of the bone pool and the walls around it were covered in complex, obscure patterns. With a casual glance, Lu Ye immediately noticed traces similar to a Spirit Gathering Array among them.
