The graveyard was dark, damp, and chilling, steeped in a stifling, oppressive air.
The passage before them was pitch-black and fathomless. No one knew how long it was, nor where exactly it led.
Holding a Compass in his hand, Mo Hua led the group through the narrow darkness.
Second Master Hui and the others glanced around from time to time, guarding against the bizarre Corpse Spirits within the tomb.
Corpse Spirits did indeed appear along the way. There were not many of them, mostly one or two at a time, silently leaping out of the darkness to gnaw at people's heads.
But everyone had been mentally prepared, and the seven Golden Core cultivators watched one another's backs, keeping their eyes on every blind spot.
The moment those Corpse Spirits appeared, they were swiftly cut down.
No one was bitten by a Corpse Spirit.
Mo Hua secretly found it regrettable.
With no one bitten, he had fewer samples to observe, and his plan to use Evil Spirits for poisoning had far fewer points of reference.
He did not know whether anyone had ever done such a thing before.
But if he wanted to make it work, there would likely be no shortage of difficulties.
The sealing, storing, raising, metamorphosis, poison cultivation, and poisoning of Evil Spirits alone would require long study.
That was why he needed someone to be bitten by a Corpse Spirit a few times. Once the illness struck, he would have several more cases to compare.
Still, they were currently cooperating to explore the tomb together. They had yet to find the final burial site, so there was no need to rush.
With that, Mo Hua put aside his other thoughts and focused on leading the way.
After walking for who knew how long, the endless passage suddenly