An empty grand hall, resembling a square and spanning several hundred zhang, was somewhat dim. A solitary pile of white bones rested quietly there, its body bearing shocking finger holes.
Not far away, on the purple rock ground, were some scattered pieces of stone clothes, tattered and ragged, far beyond recognition.
"Zhang Jiye!"
Ye Fan strode over. Indeed, the stone garment fragments on the ground were of the same material as the stone clothes he wore, belonging to the old skin of Divine Sources.
This skeleton had multiple fractures. Having suffered such heavy injuries and managing to reach here, its life force must have been extremely enduring.
Beside it was the Silver Book, crafted from metal. It contained a hundred pages, felt unusually heavy in hand, and was inscribed with three ancient characters: Heavenly Source Book.
Silver hooks and iron strokes, powerful penmanship; the writing was profound, resembling three Azure Dragons lying prostrate.
