Behind the bronze hall's door lay a throne pierced by a sharp long sword.
The throne was vast and immensely wide, resembling a small mountain.
On this throne, which could easily accommodate a giant, indeed sat a withered shell...
Weathered by time and the erosion of ages.
The shell had been reduced to mere skeletal remains.
The long sword penetrated from the top of the skull, slicing through the chest cavity, and embedded into the throne.
The scene was so striking that Gu Shen and Gu Xiaoman, who had just pushed the door open, stood frozen in place.
Their eyes were drawn to the skeleton on the throne.
Because hovering at the heart of those bones was a golden, crystal-like [spark], which, even though pierced by the sword, still emitted dazzling and brilliant golden light.
The bronze hall slowly closed.
The shimmering brilliance emanating from the golden crystal was also blocked from the world by the bronze door.
The hall became empty and very quiet.
"Is this... a spark?!"
