Standing in the Fourth World, Lin Jiufeng observed carefully.
He walked forward. Along the way, he saw many skeletons and some treasures that had long rotted beyond recognition.
An incomplete pagoda, a banner that became rags, a broken ax, and a huge sword that was shattered.
These weren't ordinary weapons. Perhaps they were divine weapons and treasured blades back then, but they had already been corroded beyond recognition. Lin Jiufeng didn't know how many years had passed since then.
Lin Jiufeng carefully picked up a decaying iron sword and looked at it carefully. The rusted sword contained a strange power. After countless years, the power inside had long dissipated until only a trace was left.
With a little force, the iron sword turned into dust and fell to the ground.
Looking at the scattered bones and divine weapons on the ground, Lin Jiufeng sighed in his heart. These dead people were probably some incredible figures back then, right?