A black skull rose majestically into the air like it was a mountain. If it wasn’t for Jin Huo telling Lu Yun that it was from a living being, he might think that this landmass was a minor mountain carved to look like a skull.

The Spectral Eye didn’t retrieve any death information from it. There were only two times when this might happen.

One, when it’d been so long since the subject’s era that all of its information had dispersed and returned to heaven and earth. What countered this possibility was that the death of an empyrean supreme was so monumental that traces of it would still remain after countless eons. The death itself would be deemed an innate part of the world.

The second was that someone had refined the skull and turned it...