Mo Hua fell into the tomb pit.
It was like plunging into a dark, suffocating ocean. Deeper darkness surrounded him, along with the cold stench of corpses.
He did not know how long he had been falling before his feet finally touched the ground.
A glimmer of water flashed beneath his feet. Using the Flowing Water Step to cushion the force of his descent, Mo Hua slowly rose to his feet.
Others jumped down one after another. After a while, everyone had gathered.
Second Master Hui and several black-robed Demonic Cultivators regrouped, led by the Black-Robed Elder as they continued onward.
The surroundings were pitch-black, so dark one could not see one's own fingers. Visibility was even worse than above.
Mo Hua could only circulate his spiritual power, cover his eyes with it, and activate the "Night Vision Technique."
It was a basic minor spell that most cultivators knew, used to see in the dark.
However, circulating spiritual power created fluctuations that could draw the notice of others or demonic beasts. Thus, experienced cultivators would not activate the Night Vision Technique in dangerous situations so long as they had even the slightest bit of nighttime visibility.
The problem was that this tomb pit truly offered no visibility at all.
In a place like this, even the senses of Divine Consciousness could not be fully trusted.
Therefore, Mo Hua was not the only one to activate night vision. Everyone did.
A faint layer of spiritual power enveloped their eyes, allowing them to make out their surroundings. Only then could they follow the path and inch forward.
Yet the farther they went, the stranger Mo Hua found it.
The surroundings were even more desolate and bleak than the graveyard above.
Broken stones covered the ground, while the rocky walls were damp and