บท 922: The Strongest Past

Hearing Cultivator Junjun's words, everyone's hearts sank.

It was because that was a distinct possibility. After all… it was blood-red everywhere!

Why was it blood red? It was very likely it was stained by blood!

It was easy to imagine how intense the war was back then. No matter how strong one was, they all fought together.

Those whose bodies were not strong enough saw their skeletons erode and disappear. Those who were strong enough still left behind bones that littered the whole place.

Yang Jian slowly stepped forward, picking up a rusted sword from the ground. His third eye lit up as he looked closely at the sword. He let out a shocked expression.

He just used his third eye to investigate the sword, and the results left him shocked.

Xiao Chengfeng asked, "What happened?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath as he said seriously, "This sword used to be an amazing treasure. It was at least an eighth-grade elite treasure!"