The return journey went more smoothly than expected.
Perhaps the death of that rotten heart had plunged the entire great tomb into a kind of silence.
The evil entities that had been stirring were nowhere to be seen, and the eerie sounds in the passages had vanished as well.
The four of them traveled all the way without encountering any further obstacles.
Only the occasional drip of water came from overhead, sounding especially clear in the deathly silent passage.
Jiang Qiao walked at the front, his steps steady.
His face was still somewhat pale, and his Dual Pupils could not be used for the time being, but that did not affect his perception of the surrounding environment.
Years of experience with the supernatural had taught him:
The calmer a place was, the less one could afford to let down one's guard.
Dragon Tiger Daoist followed close behind, occasionally looking back down the path to make sure nothing was following them.
Shen Boxia and Jin Shanba brought up the rear.
The two remained silent, with only their footsteps echoing through the narrow passage.
After walking for over an hour,
they finally arrived at a massive burial chamber filled with bronze mirrors.
This place
was where Jiang Qiao had first entered the great tomb.
Nothing had changed.
The surrounding walls, built from black stone, had been polished smooth.
Many bronze mirrors were embedded in them, but the reflections they showed were blurry and distorted, like looking into dusty funhouse mirrors. It was rather eerie.
The floor was paved with stone bricks.
Every brick was inlaid with bronze strips, densely engraved with writing.
The strokes of those characters were crooked and twisted. Merely looking at them for a few moments could induce a strange hallucination, as though something were calling one's name.
But