The moment the vermilion palace doors swung fully open, the golden light inside surged forth like a living thing. Ripples suddenly spread across Ye Fan's Inner World, and Jiuxiao Huanpei trembled gently within his Sea of Consciousness—this was the resonance of his treasure with a certain primordial power.
His pupils contracted slightly. What caught his attention first was not the array of glowing treasures scattered throughout the hall, but the skeleton seated upon the jade dais dead center. Its spine was held impeccably straight, hands crossed over its knees, with the fingers of one hand still pinching half a tattered page. Emitting a faint blue glow, its texture bore a striking seventy-percent resemblance to the "Longevity Manual" that had burned into his memory when he perished in his past life.
"Such dense spiritual energy." Su Qingxue's voice carried a rare tension. Though she had been leaning casually against the doorframe, she now straightened up, her fingers beneath her wide sleeves unconsciously rubbing the jade flute at her waist. As the daughter of an assassin, her sense of smell for danger was three times sharper than an ordinary person's—the spiritual energy inside the hall was cloyingly sweet, like honey-soaked poison.
Chapter 366