Everyone stopped and stared at the sword worn by the Battle Emperor. They all felt frustrated and disappointed; more so when they could not do anything about this at all.
The atmosphere that enveloped them felt very strange. Even though the Battle Emperor had already fallen, there was still a strong tinge of his vital energy all over the place, making it difficult for anyone to touch his body.
Despite this, a stocky, old man, whose curiosity got the best of him, moved and approached the giant skeleton to get a closer look.
The skeleton was massive with a size of at least forty to fifty meters tall and a body of about two to three hundred meters wide. The body looked like that of a mighty lion, but the head was that of a dragon.
Although what was left were bones and dust, the skeleton still gave out an august aura that made the old man shiver. He moved his gaze towards its four talons, still tightly clawed on the ground as if any moment, it was going to attack him. Alas, he turned and stopped his attention on its head, which was held up high as if it died roaring in agony or maybe rage.
The old man placed a hand on his chin and thought out loud, "Hmm, what kind of diabolic beast does this giant skeleton belong to? I wonder…"
At the old man's remark, everyone else started to grow curious.
Most of the cultivators were at least hundreds of years old now. There years promised them a wide expanse of knowledge and a whole rich experience regarding these kinds of things, and yet not a single one of them recognized what diabolic beast this skeleton was before its death.
As everyone else started to move cautiously towards the skeleton to get a better look, the stocky, old man's periphery caught sight of something laid beneath the front right talon.
"Hold on!" he shouted, stopping everyone from moving closer. "What's that?"
The old man pointed his index finger on the object.
Everyone turned to look at its direction and saw that there was indeed a strange, round grayish object under the right front talon of the skeleton.
Chatters started to grow as everyone started to guess what it was.
"It looks like an egg. Could it be from the beast?"
someone muttered quite louder than the muffled whispers, making everyone nod and think about the possibility of it being an egg.
It turned out that there was indeed a gray egg the size of an average man's fist beneath the beast's talons. The dullness of its color made it difficult to be spotted from afar.
Another old man with his head covered with white hair moved closer to the egg and speculated.
"Since it appeared in this palace, it must have been a very powerful diabolic beast when it was still alive.
And if it is really its egg, and if we somehow manage to hatch this egg and tame it, we may have ourselves our own powerful diabolic beast."
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