Given the situation today, if no one continued downward, everyone would probably just look at one another, with nobody daring to move.
Shen Bai had obtained two strands of Killing Intent by now, and Qin Shuang had just said that the Evil Beast should be the final barrier guarding the core.
It might have been quite stressful for the others, but for Shen Bai, it was truly a strike from a higher dimension.
Shen Bai felt that the Grand Tomb ought to come to an end, and that matters between himself and Zhang Chaofeng should also be settled once and for all.
Although Zhang Chaofeng's hiding place was currently unknown, the Grand Tomb was Zhang Chaofeng's objective as well.
With Shen Bai walking ahead, Qin Shuang and Zhou Qing exchanged a glance and followed behind him.
Apart from the three of them, Chief Constable Zheng and the others were the second group to head down.
Afterward, the remaining jianghu folk looked at one another and followed behind them as well.
The passage was narrow, but under the scattered rays of light, they could proceed downward without incident.
By the scattered light, Shen Bai finally noticed murals carved into the inner walls of the passage.
The murals were blurred and distorted by the erosion of countless years, but Shen Bai could still roughly make out something unusual.
In the mural, a Daoist wearing a Daoist Robe stood atop an altar, holding a bell and a wooden sword, pointing toward the heavens.
Below him stood ragged commoners, one after another.
Each of them held a sharp weapon and drove it into their own chest or abdomen, blood flowing down the weapons and onto the ground.
Yet their eyes held nothing but obsession and fervor.
Qin Shuang studied it carefully for a