Before long, however, everyone ruled out that possibility. There had only been one road leading here; no matter what, they could not have taken a wrong turn.
Moreover, they saw the minotaur and the figure wreathed in dense yin energy fly straight toward the depths of the mountains without pausing in the slightest, as though they had long expected this scene. They sped unceasingly into the mountain depths.
Everyone hesitated somewhat. They had already forced their way through one perilous scene after another; such dangers had been within their expectations. This was the tomb of the Lord of the Abyssal Necropolis—how could it possibly be safe? If not for the Abyssal Necropolis Tide, they would never have had a chance to charge inside.
Yet this peaceful scene instead made everyone uneasy.
But having already come this far, how could they leave without getting to the bottom of it? Besides, thunderous sounds of battle kept ringing out ahead, pointing them in the right direction.
Everyone hurriedly leaped forward and followed. They passed through the endless mountain range and arrived in an enormous valley. Though it was called a valley, it actually spanned thousands of miles in every direction; calling it a plain would not have been wrong either.
Above the valley floated a massive stone stele. Upon it were four large words written in a script none of them had ever seen: Land of Inheritance.
Though no one had seen this writing before, the person who had inscribed those words had used Dao inscriptions, directly infusing their meaning into the characters. Even an illiterate person would understand the meaning of those four words at a glance.
Expressions of wild joy immediately appeared on everyone's faces. The Land of Inheritance—they had finally reached the Land of Inheritance. The inheritance of the Lord