The bone shard was smooth and crystal clear, very comfortable to hold, with distinctly visible patterns carved on it, but if you were to call it a map, it seemed too intricate and mysterious.
"What a fine thing," Ying Xiong said delightedly, playing with it in his hand, "I fought a catastrophic battle that shattered the heavens and earth, accompanied by the wails of ghosts and hollers of gods, for such a bone shard. It was seized from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Unexpectedly, after meeting with you all, I have come across another two."
The area around the Yin Yang Tree was filled with spiritual energy, lush with branches and leaves, each leaf circulating with Yin and Yang Two Qi. Sitting by the stone table under the tree quieted the soul; indeed, it was a perfect place for cultivation.
Corpse qi and Death Knights, those terrifying undead, seemed to dread the garden that was like Pure Land outside the world, reluctant to touch the holy aura, and did not follow here.