In the endless darkness, the firelight flickered like candles.
The torches barely illuminated a few yards around them, enough to see the ground beneath their feet. Following the brick path forward, they walked for about half an incense stick's time before finally seeing a heavy stone door.
"This tomb is really wicked. If it wasn't demons and ghosts, what immortal would make a graveyard like this?"
"Squeak? Because it goes downward?"
"That's right. Immortal tombs all aspire toward ascension, preparing for the next life. Yet every sign in this tomb points downward, as if... it was built to descend into hell."
How should one put it? In a world this vast, there would always be those who marched to a different drum.
Every kind of hobby existed.
Raising the torch, they swept its light across the carved reliefs.
Ironball kept feeling that some features of the murals looked familiar, especially the sword hilts held by the figures. He hurriedly took out the illustrated book Bai Yujun had prepared, flipping through it quickly to search and compare. He first compared them to the sword from Dragon Gate, but they did not look quite alike, so he kept flipping through the pages.
He stopped at one page and compared them carefully. They really did look very similar.
At the very least, they belonged to closely related designs.
"Boss Bai once encountered the Dragon Gate Sword Master's Disciple in the Kunlun Ruins. The artifact he carried resembled the one in these murals. There may be countless sects in the world, but each has its own style. Even if their weapons differ, they retain shared details such as patterns and ornamentation."
With a smack, he shut the illustrated book. His little face twisted into a vicious sneer.
"I think we've found a truly useful