Alm and Bruno were surprised to notice something nearby at the same time as everyone else. Who could hide from their senses?
They all quickly moved, hiding in a pile of bones. The bones gave off a dense feeling, enough to help hide their fluctuations.
A few minutes passed, but nothing came close. After some time, strange sounds began to come from a distance.
Alm and Bruno focused on the direction of the sound. They could hear it but not feel it. They decided to activate their celestial souls for a brief moment.
After a minute, they said, "Let’s take a look."
They moved quickly, stunned by what they had detected. Mihkriel and Lansha tensed as they felt the tension coming from them.
Carefully, they began to crawl towards the sound. The silence of the place made everything even more piercing, but the sound was coming from a very distant point. After a few minutes of moving cautiously, Alm and Bruno began to understand the peculiarity of that environment.
The bones that covered all directions had no original energy, but a dense Yin of death enveloped everything, mixing with the immortal fire laws that emanated from the Salamander.
’This place is an ancient battlefield devastated by war. This is where I was captured,’ the Salamander’s soul fragment commented with a sigh. ’The heroes separated the space along with all the bodies to make my sealing easier. Everyone here was an immortal cultivator from the past. The death Yin of their bodies is terrifying and suppresses my Yang.’
Alm and Bruno’s eyes widened when they heard this. They stopped for a moment and picked up a large bone nearby, analyzing it.
’Indeed, it has no original energy and can’t be used to activate our celestial soul. But... it’s incredibly hard and heavy,’ Alm commented coldly.
The Salamander explained, ’These are the remains of immortal cultivators. They transcended the heavenly laws and mortality. Their bodies are physically superior to anything natural. Depending on the race or type of cultivator, these bones can be the hardest or heaviest things in the world.’
’Are all the bones here from beasts?’ Bruno asked, intrigued.
’Yes, they were separated. The beasts stayed here, while the innermost part uses the bones of races and cultivators with no great physical potential in other ways,’ replied the Salamander.
Alm and Bruno began to reflect. These bones were treasures, but their extreme hardness was a problem: molding them to create weapons would be nearly impossible. Maybe they could use the heavier parts to create crude clubs, like in the past, but that would be a huge waste, as only a fraction would be usable.
While pondering, they approached the source of the sound, which now seemed like human footsteps. However, the steps were incredibly slow, starting and stopping repeatedly.
Finally, as they hid behind some bones, they saw the source of the sound.
It was an old man wearing ragged clothes. His body was in an advanced state of decomposition, with the skeleton visible. Although he seemed human, he had a pair of bony wings on his back. Strangely, his head was still in good condition, and a single sunken eye remained in one of the sockets. He walked with his head lowered.
His left hand was clenched, while his right hand held a striking sword sheathed. The weapon emitted a terrifying aura; it was an immortal weapon, but not just that...
Upon sensing the presence of that sword, Alm and Bruno held their breath: It was a Legendary Divine-Level Immortal Item.
This weapon surpassed their ancestral-level weapons. Above the ancestral level was the emperor level, and this sword was beyond that. A weapon so ancient and legendary that few even knew this level existed.
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The almost skeletal old man used the sheathed sword as a cane, staggering. He took a few steps, stopped, and looked around. Occasionally, distorted sounds came from his mouth, as if calling someone or sobbing.
"Is he a zombie?" Mihkriel whispered.
Alm analyzed the death Yin around the undead body and calmly responded, "His physical body is already dead, but his will refuses to leave. This person has some deep attachment that keeps him here. He is not a zombie created by a necromancer. Zombies act on orders and exude natural hatred, with no intelligence. But this individual is different."
Bruno stared intently at the old man’s single eye. ’His divine soul is sealed in that eye. He is... very abnormal.’
The two couldn’t clearly feel the soul, only because they were so close. A subtle and almost nonexistent sensation came from that eye; they were sure it was because they had a celestial soul. If a divine soul saw it, it would feel nothing.
They decided to approach carefully since the old man didn’t seem hostile. He continued his search, oblivious to their presence, until he finally raised his head and stared at them.
Lansha, with her ordinary soul, felt something peculiar when she looked into that eye. It was as if the world around her started spinning. The impact almost made her faint, but with fierce willpower, she bit her tongue and lowered her head, forcing her soul and mind to stabilize.
Beside her, seeing the old man’s single eye up close, Mihkriel screamed in shock: "Heavenly Charming Eyes Race!"
Alm and Bruno stared at him, confused, as they had never heard of that race, even with the knowledge acquired through the system. They turned to Mihkriel, who, realizing their confusion, began to explain hurriedly.
"The Heavenly Charming Eyes, that’s the race of the Queen... in the past, I found this information in the underworld, in a very old and abandoned ruin. Back then, Heaven’s Will rewarded me for the discovery and made it clear that it was valuable and hidden knowledge about her."
Alm and Bruno snorted. This missionary had some valuable knowledge, but they still hadn’t had the time to extract all they could from him.
The old man, however, seemed oblivious to this. He continued to lower his head, murmuring indistinct words as he supported his body with his sword used as a cane.
The group exchanged glances, silently pondering.
"This sword... I feel a connection to the laws of chaos in it. Should I take it?" Mihkriel murmured, his eyes shining with greed.
Even the sword’s sheath was incredibly intricate, filled with intricate inscriptions that seemed like a treasure on their own. As for the blade inside, Alm and Bruno could clearly feel that it emitted power related to the laws of chaos.
"Don’t disrespect this veteran," Bruno replied, shaking his head in disapproval. Though he also desired the sword, he knew that the figure was technically alive. Stealing from someone who still had a thread of life seemed to cross the limits of his already questionable morals.
With the deep stare from both of them, the old man stopped abruptly, as if he had only now noticed their presence.
He lifted his face, and then his single mystical eye seemed to move deliberately. Runes began to dance inside that eye, emitting a peculiar light. Gradually, a trace of vitality and lucidity returned to his withered body.
"I beg you... can you take me to my wife’s side?" The old man’s voice suddenly sounded. It was hoarse, full of sadness and a plea that even touched the hardest of hearts.
"If it’s within my power, I’ll do it without hesitation," Alm replied without thinking twice, feeling an inexplicable bitterness in the man’s voice. "Do you know where your wife is?"
"She’s here... but I can’t find her," the old man explained. "Before being defeated, I managed to seal a fragment of her soul in one of my eyes and replaced her eye with mine. I did the same with mine."
"Due to the power of my race, even an immortal hero wouldn’t be able to detect that our souls were hidden there. I’ve waited so long for the power of my Celestial Eye to recover just a little. Now, I can finally ensure that we can reincarnate together and be at peace... but I need to find her body with this eye."
Alm and Bruno were shocked. Many questions surged in their minds. The ability of this race to deceive even immortals was astonishing. Also, the old man claimed he could influence his own reincarnation and his wife’s with such certainty. Was this eye and race truly so unimaginable?
In the inventory, Ruri’s eyes trembled and became emotional. If she had a body, she would be in tears right now. The sacrifice and love that man had for his wife spanned eras, moving even her soul.
"Don’t worry. We’ll do everything we can to help you," Bruno declared firmly. They had already planned to agree earlier, but now, they instinctively felt that this was something important.
The old man’s mouth trembled, as if he tried to smile, but his dried-out flesh didn’t allow for such a gesture. "Heaven’s Will has finally created reliable people..." he spoke, then seemed to freeze, losing strength.
"Mihkriel, carry him," Alm ordered.
Mihkriel hesitated, shivering. Even for someone used to extreme situations, the proximity of those mystical eyes sent deep chills through him.
Still, under Lansha’s sharp gaze, he swallowed hard and moved quickly. Gritting his teeth, he approached and began to tie the old man to his back, as his rigid body made any other form of transport impossible.
As soon as Mihkriel finished, the traces of life in the old man faded. His entire presence disappeared, as if he had finally died. But it was certain that he was in a deep sleep, fully trusting the group to take him to the right place. The group took a deep breath and continued on.