At that moment, the fragment held no trace of Spirit Light and was enveloped by an aura of deathly stillness.
Han Yi did not approach, but instead shifted his gaze downward to the ground he was standing on; then, he squatted down, stretched out his hand, and picked up a handful of black, fine debris from the ground of the ruins.
"It's not sand, this is..."
His brows furrowed tightly, and as he rubbed the black debris between his fingers, he was unable to crush them despite his strength, indicating their extraordinary hardness.
Yet, these debris possessed no trace of Spiritual Nature and were also wrapped in a special aura of deathly stillness.
"What place is this?" The question flashed through Han Yi's mind once again.
He took out an Immortal Sword and suppressed all its Immortal Path energy, keeping only its sharpness, and then started to dig downward, feeling intuitively certain that there was a secret below.
