In the distance, it appeared entirely snow-white, emitting a faint glow beneath the gray sky.
But that white color was not the hue of rock.
Lu Qing could see clearly that the mountain was formed by countless white bones stacked together.
Skulls, rib bones, leg bones, arm bones...
Various kinds of bones layered and densely piled together, forming a mountain thousands of feet high.
The bones varied in size and shape; some belonged to humans, others to the alien race, and some couldn't even be identified as any living creature's.
Years of erosion had made those bones brittle, their surfaces covered in cracks.
Yet, many more bones were still fresh, with traces of flesh remaining as if they had been stripped not long ago.
Staring at the "majestic" mountain before him, even Lu Qing could hardly imagine how many living creatures' remains were gathered here.
Millions? Tens of millions? Or hundreds of millions?
He dared not think about it, nor did he wish to.
