What kind of person was it, exactly? And what kind of era was it, exactly?
Shi Feng's frown deepened as he stared at the Blood Sword in his hands.
The blade was covered with dense, tiny runes as small as ants, profoundly ancient and unlike any runes currently known on the Tianheng Continent. These were runes that Shi Feng had never seen, even in the oldest of books he had read, and undoubtedly originated from an ancient period tens of thousands of years ago.
This man-made passage, judging by its traces, could not be more than a few thousand years old at most. Shi Feng wondered why the Blood Skull and this Blood Sword ended up here.
In life, was that Blood Skeleton the man manifesting in his own mind? Or was it a clan member or descendant with the same bloodline?
Shi Feng felt their aura was extremely similar, and even the aura of the Blood Sword was strikingly alike.
These things, probably buried by the endless years, could no longer be known.
