The Blood Raven Ancestor rushed toward the thickest Jianmu tree deep within the Blood Raven Ridge mountains, pausing only briefly at a secluded ruin.
Jianmu stretched broad and vast; without careful inspection, one might mistake it for a sheer cliff somewhere.
Only by looking upward could one distinguish it from the mountain range.
"Who goes there?!"
As the escaping light drew near, a sharp shout rang out.
"It is this old man."
The Blood Raven Ancestor stopped and revealed his "true face."
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
"Open the gate. Let me enter, activate the formation, and seal the underground palace!"
"Yes!"
Amid a tremendous rumble, Jianmu opened a wooden door. Secret runes lit up across it, densely packed; anyone with trypophobia would surely break out in goosebumps at the sight.
The instant the wooden door opened, extremely dense spiritual energy, carrying a slightly dry Gale Wind, rushed head-on, making their robes flap loudly. Behind the tomb gate lay a winding stairway descending underground.
The Blood Raven Ancestor's lips curled almost imperceptibly as he flashed inside.
That person was naturally Qin He.
The Blood Raven Ancestor and the Blood Raven Holy Son had escaped, and so had Black Radiance and Big Toe.
So today, either Qin He or the Blood Raven Ancestor had to vomit blood.
After weighing it up, Qin He decided it would be better if the Blood Raven Ancestor vomited blood.
Respecting the old and cherishing the young could be set aside for now.
He had to raid their home. He absolutely had to raid their home!
Qin He then followed the winding, hollowed-out staircase within Jianmu downward, descending more than a hundred li to a terrifying depth. Along the way, he encountered three successive groups of guards.
Each group was stronger than the last. The final group actually consisted