Ye Guan gazed into the depths of the city, feeling doubtful.0

How come Aunt didn't take action against Fan Zhaodi, even though she had provoked her numerous times before?1

From what he had observed, those daring enough to challenge his aunt had met a terrible fate, except for Fan Zhaodi. The more he thought about it, the stranger it became to him.0

"Who… Who are you…?" the ancient voice asked. It no longer sounded as deep and was now fearful.0

Ye Guan pulled himself out of his thoughts and said, "Let's go."0

Saying that, he took Diyi Jingzhao by the hand and walked forward. The road beneath their feet, stretching all the way to the distant end, was paved with countless bones that were piled up to several meters high!0

Clearly, all those who had come to explore the Suiming Ruins had died here.0

Diyi Jingzhao frowned deeply at the sight before her.0

Ye Guan, however, focused on the far end of the road. There stood a grand bronze throne, and in front of it was a man clad in bronze armor. A familiar sword was sticking out from the crown of his head.0

It was none other than the Path Sword!0

The bronze-armored man was incredibly tall, over three meters in height. He held a bronze spear in his hand and exuded...0