Zhao Feng found that the wooden room was about 100 yards from where he was and in between was the abyss.
Under normal circumstances,, those at the 3rd Sky of the Ascended Realm couldn’t fly. They can float in the air for 100 yards but the wind on top of the abyss was so strong that even cultivators at the 3rd Sky would be ripped to shreds in a few breaths.
At this moment, the 3 Core disciples all stood on the edge of the black and golden road, but they didn’t make any moves.
The pupil of Zhao Feng’s left eye slightly contracted as he inspected the skeleton and the items close up.
“The skeleton has been here for a long time, but the bones are still faintly glowing, meaning that this person’s cultivation was at the True Spirit Realm or higher when he/she lived.”
Zhao Feng’s eyes twinkled.
It wasn’t just him who saw this, the 3 Core disciples also saw this.
