The grave wasn’t large, and nothing grew there. It stood there all on its own. 

Su Yi barely glanced at it before turning his attention to the corpse seated in front of it.

The corpse wore Daoist robes with a golden belt, and he had the head of an ape. His life force had completely dried up, and he was covered in dust. Who knew how much time had passed since his death?

Clang!

Celestial Blue wailed in Su Yi’s grip, as if sobbing in grief.

Su Yi’s eyes narrowed, and his heart shook.

There was no doubt about it. This was the corpse of Yuan Motian, the Sumeru Yao Emperor, the once world-famous founder of the Sumeru Shrine!

But why would someone like him fall in a place like this?

When Su Yi examined Yuan Motian’s corpse, he saw no sign of wounds. So much time had passed since his death that his flesh had long since shriveled, and his remains were hard as stone.

Hm? Su Yi suddenly noticed something. After sweeping away the layer of dust covering the ground, he saw a line of text written in the dirt.

“Great terrors lurk deep within the starry skies!”

The text was written in an ancient yao script, and they...