The headquarter of the Corpse God Sect was situated in the Cold Wind Island, which had the cold Yin Qi and the thick Corpse Qi, pretty suitable to refine corpses.
There was a narrow, long space slit in the South-West corner of the island. Light shot rapidly inside that crack, as an old, decaying aura of the Immemorial Epoch exuded from it.
Not far from the space slit were piles of giant white bones. Those bones looked as if they were made of white jade, crystal clear and as white as snow. Energy fluctuations rippled from them.
Hundreds of the newly formed members of the Corpse Clan were surrounding those bones, taking in the energy from them. They really enjoyed it.
Shi Yan glared, but he was jolted with fright inside his heart.
The shortest bone was around ten meters, and the longer ones were dozens of meters long. They looked like beautiful white jade. No one knew how long they had been there, but the energy still remained in the bones. This was unbelievable.
