The mausoleum had been built magnificently, shaped like an underground palace.
No sunlight penetrated it. Only luminous pearls gave off a faint glow.
Though this place lay within Pill Peak, there was not the slightest trace of scorching heat. Instead, a cool chill rushed toward them, stirring the hem of the red-haired cultivator's robe.
They crossed the long passage through layer upon layer of palace halls.
Then stepped into a great hall.
The formation radiated a profound, shadowy light. At its center floated a coffin.
Far beyond the coffin, at the end of the hall, stood a seat. A figure seemed to be sitting there.
"Reporting to Ancestor, this is..."
Zhou Yufeng respectfully bowed as he spoke.
Tu Shan Jun gave a slight nod.
He already knew.
After personally leading his ancestor here, Zhou Yufeng quietly withdrew from the hall. He activated the formation as well, sealing off the inside from the outside.
Then he stood with his hands lowered at the hall entrance and waited silently. This made Tu Shan Jun look at him in a new light. He had thought Zhou Yufeng would need prompting before knowing what he ought to do.
After all, geniuses like this usually devoted all their attention to their own cultivation and attainment, seldom sparing a thought for the difficulties of others.
Even if such a thought crossed their minds, they would likely remain indifferent out of a noble's pride.
Without another word, the red-haired cultivator walked to the coffin and softly said, "I'm back."
Perhaps those words awakened the figure seated in the distance. Or perhaps the cultivator's arrival made him instinctively rise and fly over. In the span of an instant, that somewhat illusory figure had already arrived before Tu Shan Jun.
It was Zhou Xinglie.
His Yin Spirit's eyes were