The white bone raft carried Sikong Haoxuan, Bamo, Luotian, Lan Miller and Baron to the depths of the cave. The fifty guards were sent out of the stone staircase. The white bone raft was too small to take them with them.

Although everyone was surrounded by Luotian barrier, they still felt a stream of coldness coming in the dark and narrow waterway. Sikong Haoxuan also felt something abnormal. He glanced at Luotian, and Luotian quickly explained: "Battery Commander, I don't know what's going on. Ask Bamo, my barrier power has not been weakened."

Bamer nodded and said, "Yes, Master, his magic barrier has not been weakened."

Sikong Haoxuan nodded and thought to himself, "The yin energy in this river is extremely heavy, and it is really a good thing to cross the barrier." While thinking, he took out Xueer's carefully sewn purple-flame tiger skin from his finger ring and wrapped it around him. Although the cold air had little effect on him, he did not like the wet and coldness.

After seeing Sikong Haoxuan's actions, Baron took out a large animal skin from his finger ring, draped it on his body, shrank his head, and looked at the dark stone walls around him.

The river was extremely long, and Bamo was secretly surprised. More than a thousand meters had floated out and had not yet reached it. What surprised him the most was that in the complex river, the white bone raft was as spiritual as it was, automatically bypassing the raised rocks. He didn't know that the entire white bone raft was completely under the control of Sikong Haoxuan, and the direct control of the soul. Not to mention bypassing some rocks, it was not difficult to do some more refined movements.

The black and blue river water, with the white bone raft, finally merged into a lake more than ten meters wide. Sikong Haoxuan controlled the white bone raft to approach the lake shore, and several people who had been worried could not wait to jump to the shore. The feeling of being down-to-earth made them breathe a sigh of relief.

A naturally formed white stone steps appeared in front of everyone. The five-meter-wide stone steps extended upwards, and there was no sight at all.

Blue Miller sighed in his heart: "There are quite complete facilities in this hole in the bones in the ground. Is this really formed naturally?"

Baron looked at the long stone steps and said to Sikong Haoxuan with a bitter face: "Young master, can we have a meal first?"

Sikong Haoxuan was too lazy to say anything about Baron's big mouth. He ignored his voice and took the lead in walking up the stone steps.

Bamo silently calculated the number of stone steps in his heart. When he counted to 720, everyone finally climbed to the end of the stone steps. After a long climb, it dispelled the cold air of everyone. Baron had already put away the animal skin that was covered with it.

The openness in front of him made Sikong Haoxuan stunned. Then he found that among the dense white bones, there were stone pillars made of black rocks, about ten meters high, and had obvious artificial traces, and were not formed naturally.

The artificial stone pillar made Sikong Haoxuan slightly excited. He led a few people to step on the white bones everywhere and came under the stone pillar. Bamo pointed to the corpse mixed in the stone pillar, "Master, it's true that it's not as expected by the old servant. According to historical records of the Mima Empire, this is a typical altar of the undead mage."

"Mage of the Undead? Go up and take a look." The ancient witch will never step into other people's altars. The long-standing ancient bloodline subtly influence Sikong Haoxuan's behavior.

A moment later, Bamo walked down the altar and handed a cloth scroll to Sikong Haoxuan. "Master, there is only a cloth scroll on it. Judging from its material, it is something from thousands of years ago. This material has disappeared from the mainland during the Mima period. The text inside is older than the Mima script. Fortunately, the old servant knows some of these words."

Sikong Haoxuan unfolded the black cloth roll with thousands of years and was still intact. He couldn't give up and tried his best to reach the end of the cave. He only got such a rag roll, "Tell me, what is on it."

Bamer pointed to the font on the scroll, "Master, what we are talking about here seems to be a prophecy, 'When the undead who sleeps in the sunken part of the Beccent Sea wakes up, the undead mages will return to the mainland again.'"

Sikong Haoxuan threw the scroll to Bamo and hummed: "What prophecy? I think it is the last words of the undead mage after the defeat of the war thousands of years ago. Where is the Bechin Sea?"

Bamer put away the roll of the cloth. He did not think that what was left thousands of years ago was just a last word. "Master, the Becene Sea is an ocean located in the west of the Yag continent. During the Mima Empire, if any area has not been conquered by humans, then the Becene Sea will be one of them."

Sikong Haoxuan looked at the altar constructed from black rocks, "Oh, with the powerful national strength of the Mima Empire, have there been no research on navigation technology?"

"Master, it's the opposite. The Mima Empire's research on navigation technology can definitely be at the forefront in the history of mainland civilization, but the Beccent Sea is rich in a variety of monsters, and ordinary ships cannot sail safely."

"Oh? Only some monsters can stop you, the steps of the strong men?"

Bamer's wrinkled old face smiled, "Master, of course they cannot stop the master from traversing. So we know that there is a kingdom of ice and snow in the northwest of the Beccent Sea, where is a rich snow-flake mine, which is the best material for building armor and weapons."

Sikong Haoxuan shook his head, "Only masters of the grandmaster can trek through?! This Becgen Sea can be called a dead domain, it prevents people from moving westward."

"Master, that's true." Bamer seemed to remember something again, "Master, there are many lost undead magic carved on this altar."

Bamo's words made Sikong Haoxuan's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "I finally gained something, otherwise I would have felt like I was being fooled."

"Go, write them down and ruin it."

Bamo shivered in his heart, destroying the altar, which was a taboo wherever he was. But he still followed Sikong Haoxuan's order: "Yes, the old servant will go now."

Sikong Haoxuan has long discovered that in this world, only the undead magic is very close to his soul witchcraft. They are all studying biological souls, but the undead magic obviously does not have the mysterious power of witchcraft that communicates the world.

Looking at the jade-like corpse under his feet, Sikong Haoxuan suddenly had an idea in his mind, and then he drew a pattern on the ground.

After a moment, Bamo came down from the altar that had been destroyed by him. Sikong Haoxuan pointed to the pattern on the ground, "Bamo, make a bow for me according to the pattern." Sikong Haoxuan's words and the pattern on the ground made Lan Miller's eyes hot.

Bamer nodded, and once again flashed golden light in his hand to caress the bones. The corpse under his hands slowly began to change shape, and finally formed a perfect bone bow and three bone arrows.

When he handed the bone bow to Sikong Haoxuan, Bamo had some confusion in his eyes, "Master, although these bones have been petrified, the old servant thinks its material is not suitable for bows and arrows." Bamo's words were still hidden half, and he didn't think that this skeleton bow and arrow could be used.

Baron gloatingly glanced at Blue Miller and muttered in his heart, "Hehe, it's a work of art!"

Sikong Haoxuan fought against the white bone bow on his shoulder, "Go and put a string on it."
Chapter completed!