Lu Qing led Qiu Ruofeng and the others closer to the Black Great Tomb.
The great tomb lay across the depths of the black mountain range. From afar, it looked as though it were right before them.
But as they continued onward, Lu Qing realized that was merely an optical illusion caused by the tomb's sheer enormity.
At their speed, they flew for a full quarter-hour, yet the great tomb remained in the distance, as though it could never be reached.
As he flew, Lu Qing carefully observed the great tomb.
The entire tomb was pitch-black, built from some unknown material. Countless ancient runes could vaguely be seen upon its surface, flickering with dim light.
Those runes were densely packed in layer upon layer, covering the tomb's outer walls and radiating an eerie, mysterious aura.
The great tomb was shaped like a colossal palace, yet also like a mausoleum.
Its peak was sharp, its base broad, its form square and upright, giving off an immensely solemn and imposing impression.
Yet beneath that solemnity lay an indescribable strangeness.
Unfortunately, he was only a Divine Sense Clone now and could not use his abilities.
Otherwise, with his current cultivation and strength, he should have been able to discern something of the Black Great Tomb's true nature.
Still, though he lacked his abilities, his attainments in the art of deduction remained.
If any danger truly existed, he could sense it in his heart and detect it beforehand.
Lu Qing flew onward while silently calculating.
After a moment, his brows furrowed slightly.
There was something strange about this great tomb.
In the illusion within that shattered jade back then, the great expert named Xuanhua had possessed bright and boundless power. Every gesture and movement of his radiated a vast, righteous aura.
That white figure,