In the dark clouds, at the edge of the giant nest, Qin Ming picked up a piece of eggshell, and it shattered with just a squeeze, lacking any spiritual essence.
"Many years ago, could it have been a nest of the Golden Winged Great Roc, or a Golden Crow, or even a True Dragon?" he mused to himself.
The thought of those species made him quite apprehensive.
Only legendary creatures could make a home amidst these clouds.
This abandoned nest left nothing behind, but the old wood it was built with was rather sturdy, marked with scorch marks from lightning strikes, yet not completely damaged.
Qin Ming searched carefully, finding nothing of value.
Understandably so, as people from the Outer World and Esoteric Buddhism had long discovered this place.
Qin Ming continued along the original faded golden long spike, seeing more and more extending out chaotically along the way.
His expression grew solemn, increasingly suspecting these were not spikes at all.
