"So, there had to be other entrances and exits here?"
Meng Chao looked up at the pipe they had fallen through. "We fell from above, and this pipe should still have been intact three thousand years ago.
"There had to be passages nearby connecting to other areas of the Holy Mountain Temple, so the funeral attendants could deliver the deceased's grave goods here."
"That's right. We really shouldn't waste time here."
Greed surfaced on the Wolf King's face. "The Bone Inscriptions here were shattered to pieces, and even the largest were no bigger than a palm. Their original grade couldn't have been very high. They were merely grave goods for ordinary warriors.
"In other areas deep within the temple, there had to be more complete and higher-grade Bone Inscriptions, weapons, armor, and secret medicines—the grave goods of heroes praised in countless War Epics, blessed by the greatest ancestral spirits for a full three thousand years, perhaps even longer.
"The Totem Power contained in these epic-level powerhouses' grave goods was at least a hundred times greater than that pile of Bone Inscriptions before us.
"That was the most wonderful legacy the ancestral spirits had left us!"
By the faint phosphorescence emitted by the Bone Inscriptions, the two carefully felt along the chamber walls.
Over the past ten thousand years, the walls of this "Bone Warehouse" had been scraped constantly by the sharp edges of Bone Inscription fragments, leaving countless fine, crisscrossing scratches.
It was as though the beast souls sealed within the Bone Inscriptions had howled out from them in the silent, deserted darkness, leaving ten thousand claw marks across the walls.
Yet with his ultra-precise senses, Meng Chao quickly found four straight marks amid the chaotic claw prints, each ten times finer than a strand of hair.
The straight marks