After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, from deep underground came a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering boom. Then the Dove-Faced Elder's wild laughter also reached their ears. "Haha! It's broken, broken! At last, all this old man's planning and hardship wasn't in vain."
The wall, crystalline as jadeite, finally shattered and vanished into nothingness. In its place, a pitch-black flight of stairs appeared before them, stretching downward to some unknown place.
"Let's go!"
The Dove-Faced Elder swept his gaze over it, a trace of hesitation flashing through his eyes. But after all the hardship he had spent, he had only just managed to reach this place; naturally, there was no possibility of retreating. If it was fortune, it was no disaster; if it was disaster, there was no avoiding it. He immediately took the lead and walked down.
The stairs were not very long. After only less than half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they arrived at the end.
A tomb chamber came into view.
The dozen-odd Ancient Demons all widened their eyes, almost thinking they had seen wrongly.
Only after a good while did the middle-aged Ancient Demon speak, his face carrying a look of hesitation. "Senior Brother, didn't you say this was an ancient cultivator's ruin? What is this before us..."
The Dove-Faced Elder's expression was no better. It could even be said to be extremely gloomy. At this moment, he was the most disappointed one of all. He barely forced himself to rally and began examining the tomb chamber before him.
With that look, he noticed something different.
Clearly, this was no tomb of some low-rank cultivator. The identity of this tomb's owner was probably no ordinary matter; one could glimpse a thing or two from the chamber's layout