The sounds of crying could be heard throughout the Buddha’s Skeleton Temple. The monks and the devotees were busy carrying out the injured from within the collapsed palace.0

At the same time, many of them were also busy cleaning up the debris as they tried to save the Flesh Bodhisattva from underneath the rubble.0

Amidst all the chaos, no one noticed the black spindle that had rolled to a corner of the wall.0

At that moment, two bloody pikes picked up the black spindle like a chopstick.0

As he looked at the item that Zhuge Yuan had given him, Li Huowang frowned.0

The spindle was made from a yellow bone. The bone was slimmer in the middle and thicker on both its ends. The marking on it showed that it was an old item. There were black threads wrapped...0