A bright moon hung high in the void.
Pure and jade-like, it reflected all manner of scenery.
The Black Armor Cultivator's footsteps stopped outside the Yin-Yang Tomb.
He stared intently at that bright moon, brilliance flickering in his eyes.
A red moon hung high in the Netherworld. He had previously assumed it was the work of some special formation, but now it seemed that it was actually this magic treasure's doing.
Yes, beneath the gaze of Crimson-Eyed Golden Pupils, that bright moon was clearly a wheel-shaped treasure.
The red moon visible elsewhere was merely caused by the refraction of light.
Now that he had drawn close, he finally understood its mysteries.
The bronze wheel, a hundred zhang in diameter, was covered in bowl-sized scripture characters, while faint Buddhist chants drifted through the air.
Its mirror surface reflected every scene in the Netherworld. He could even see Bai Xuanjun's hesitant figure lingering at the Dead Gate. Bai Xuanjun seemed reluctant, but after looking back at the Netherworld several times, he finally hardened his heart and fled through the Dead Gate, vanishing from sight.
Beneath this treasure's radiance, the originally eerie burial grounds had become somewhat more peaceful.
But only somewhat.
Luo Chen looked down, and that massive tomb, spanning a full ten li, immediately entered his sight.
Ferocious beast claws stood around it like folding screens.
Shiny tiles were laid out in neat, scale-like rows.
Two lanterns hung high overhead, like guiding lights leading people down the road to Yellow Springs.
And an open entrance resembled the gaping jaws of an ancient beast, waiting for food to walk into its mouth.
"The people are inside?"
Luo Chen no longer concealed his abilities. His vast Divine Sense spread out like a tide, searching for every trace within this place.
Very quickly, he