This was definitely an impressive person. But it was a pity his bones were left here without anyone knowing, dying within this mist.
Many ancient cultivators were aggrieved about how hopeless it was trying to reach Immortality. Many powerful cultivators in their later years would die perplexed and doubtful.
Unable to find a way to leave, all Ye Fan could do was pick a direction and walk forward. Not long after he found a white skeleton lying on the ground, facing upwards. Its lower jawbone was slightly opened, seemingly filled with loneliness.
There were also bloody words here. Ye Fan squatted down and carefully read them.
"Achieving Immortality…difficult! Difficult! Difficult!" These five words were miserable and bitter. This person seemed as if he were in complete despair before he died.
"There are more words!" The purple-clothed maiden noticed more under the white skeleton's arm.
