Lu Ming's soul left his body and entered the stone coffin. He memorized the Sutra of the immortal art and felt the strange fluctuations, imprinting the immortal art in his heart.
Now wasn't the time to cultivate, so he just had to record it.
However, when Lu Ming's soul came into contact with the multicolored light, his soul shook violently.
It was as if the world was spinning, and it was as if he had traveled through time and space to arrive at an ancient era.
He saw some strange creatures living in the castle and the underground palace. Their skin was black and white, and they were clearly from the immortal race.
But suddenly, the bodies of these undying creatures exploded and turned into ashes. The ashes turned into light and flew out into the sky, leaving nothing behind.
"Why?"