Jiang Hui entered the cave,
and his gaze fell upon the scene before him.
Suddenly,
a corpse whose time of death was indeterminable crashed into his line of sight.
He couldn't avoid seeing it even if he wanted to.
This body wasn't situated deep within the cave nor was it seated upright on a meditation mat, like other cultivators at the end of their cultivation life.
Instead, it lay face down in a strange fashion, sprawled right on the path that led into the cave.
It blocked the way forward completely.
At the same time, one arm of the corpse was extended, grasping a protruding fragment of rock ahead.
The rock had already crumbled, but the hand was still gripping it without the slightest loosening.
On that arm, one could clearly see veins as thick as a baby's thumb furiously protruding, blood vessels bulging.