“I see,” Yang Qi said, picking up the embroidered robe. It was clearly a magical treasure, although it had been drained of any residual spirit energy and the formations inside it were broken. Being corroded by devil energy for so long had completely ruined it.

Next, he looked over at the crushed skeleton and waved his hand, causing it to rise into the air and return to a whole state. Then his vital energy washed over the skull, causing flesh and blood to wriggle out until the corpse’s original facial features were made clear.

“Is that… it is! It really is one of my Sect Grandaunts!” Sword Matriarch Ice Spirit was visibly shocked. “I've seen her portrait in our sect headquarters. You see, my sect is unique in that we’re led exclusively by sword matriarchs. Not all of the sects in the Sage Sword Heaven are like that. Can you resurrect her?”

“Resurrect her?” Yang Qi smiled. “No, I used a powerful energy art to get a glimpse at her face, but I can’t restore her body. Perhaps one day, when my cultivation has...