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0The skeleton seemed to have a spirit, and the moment the rotting old man opened his mouth, the golden light on the skeleton turned into flowing water, flowing down his arm and into the rotting old man's body.    

    

As time passed, the golden light on the skeleton gradually disappeared. It turned pale, then turned pale, and then turned white again.    

    

At the same time, the rotting old man's body gradually withered, as if his already weak body was about to completely disappear.    

    

However, when the rotting old man's body became the size of a teenager... The withering stopped completely. Then, an extremely terrifying thing happened. A pair of small hands stabbed out from the rotting old man's head, and then... The small hands tore the rotting old man's body from top to bottom into two. The place where the rotting old man had originally been... A youth appeared, a youth with a cold expression. A youth that had emerged from the rotting old man's body...    

    

This young man's name was Zhao Quan!    

    

They actually met again, and so quickly!    

    

"Rest in peace."    

    

As Zhao Quan's cold and emotionless words came out of his mouth, the white skeleton started to fade and become weak, as if it would collapse if the wind blew. However, it still stood on the altar.    

    

' Zhao Quan 'walked down from the altar and placed his right hand on the cornerstone of the altar. His five fingers pointed at his abdomen, and a drop of Yin red blood suddenly seeped into the cornerstone. In the next moment, a golden light suddenly erupted and covered the entire altar. Zhao Quan was nowhere to be seen, nor was his skeleton visible. Everything around him was covered by a strong golden light.    

    

A moment later, the golden light dissipated and turned into a dense mist that lingered above the altar.    

    

Zhao Quan bowed and bid farewell to the skeleton. He walked away slowly, and when he landed, he was already 300 meters away...    

    

The scene disappeared, like a fleeting cloud, as if it had never appeared.    

    

"Little madman, are you stupid? What are you standing there like a fool for?" Little Stone asked curiously.    

    

Zhao Quan stared at the white skeleton on the altar and asked instead of answering. "Didn't you see it?"    

    

"What did you see? Isn't it just a pile of bones? "What's there to see? It was hard to tell who was praying for rain, but there were still eight flood dragons. "If that's the case, then let me tell you, a genius, that Flood Dragons are the Rain Gods, and they are responsible for casting the rain."    

    

"Sigh, why don't you know anything? You don't need to humbly ask for guidance..."    

    

Ignoring the little rock's incessant chatter, Zhao Quan walked straight to the altar and placed his right hand on the altar's cornerstone.    

    

In the next moment, drops of Yin Hong's blood oozed out, filling the sky with golden light.    

    

Within the golden light... There seems to be endless bloody petals...    

    

The blood weeping petals withered, and the boundless golden light dissipated.    

    

The withered white skeleton on the altar turned into ashes in the bleak wind. It drifted into the distance with the wind, disappearing bit by bit. It wasn't just the skeleton. The altar and the eight groups of heavenly dragons also disappeared into the misty clouds of the past.    

    

In Zhao Quan's mind, there was a cultivation technique, a unique technique that could create a supreme treasure body, the Dark Battle Dao. This was a technique that came from the skeleton in the endless golden light. This technique did not cultivate the Origin Energy of the Prison Realm, nor did it devour the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. It only tempered one's own body. The body was the Dao, the body was the law, a body was all things, and the body was the nature of heaven and earth.    

    

Although he had yet to cultivate it, Zhao Quan could already feel that this technique was quite suitable for him. It would definitely increase his recovery speed by many times!    

    

The altar collapsed and turned into ashes. A wind blew past, bringing away the ashes, revealing many strange objects. There was a broken gourd, damaged scales, and a battle spear that was broken into two pieces. There was also a withered branch.    

    

This withered branch didn't seem to be much different from ordinary withered branches. The yellowish brown tree bark split apart, six or seven broken tree branches appearing. It was as if the fire rod was its only fate. In fact, the thickness of its thumb wasn't even enough to become a fire rod.    

    

Zhao Quan squatted down and put away the broken gourd, broken scales, and other miscellaneous items. He did not let go of the dried branches either.    

    

After that, he faced the ruins of the altar and bowed deeply.    

    

It wasn't for the sake of passing down knowledge through space, but for the majestic man to nourish the earth with his life source energy and nurture all these creatures.