Although there was no life in his body, he looked alive. His face was ruddy, as if he would wake up at any time.
The space three feet around him seemed to be slightly distorted, as if there was some invisible force field.
In front of the black-haired man, there was a long, white jade box on the stone platform. It had already been opened, and its contents were gone.
Behind the purple pool, there was a passage filled with grayish-white fog. No one knew where it led to.
"This person must have been an extremely powerful martial artist when he was alive!"
Jiang Ming stared at the black-haired man and was shocked. Although the black-haired man had lost his vitality, Jiang Ming could feel the blood Qi from his body. It was like a calm ocean. Even after many years, his blood Qi still did not dissipate. It was as if he would come back to life at any time.
"Is he one of those martial saints?"