Wang Lin pondered a bit before flying off into the distance. He had his divine sense spread out and was proceeding very carefully. The rifts gave him a headache because with them around, he had no choice but to move slowly.
In the last two days, Wang Lin passed over many places destroyed by the rifts. He saw a basin in the distance with piercing sword auras that pierced the sky like swords.
He scanned the area with his divine sense and found that there were more than 10,000 basins here. They covered an area so huge that he couldn’t even see where it ended.
There was a long sword stabbed into each basin. Although half of the swords were underground, Wang Lin could clearly feel the powerful sword intent.
“Metal soul pieces…” Wang Lin pondered.
He had been inside the Suzaku Tomb for a while, and everything was so different from what Situ Nan told him. Wang Lin wasn’t dumb; he already had his own speculations on why this happened.