Lu Feng and Ning Xiang crossed the passage beneath the gaze of those two strange mural portraits.
They had originally thought the coffin passage was already eerie and sinister, until they crossed through and saw the sight before them...
Even Lu Feng's scalp went numb.
Before them lay an even broader passage. Countless recesses had been carved into the stone walls on either side, stretching deep within like rows upon rows of bookshelves.
Yet what sat upon those shelves were not Jade Slips or scriptures, but White Bone Skulls.
As far as the eye could see, they extended endlessly to both sides.
There had to be at least four or five hundred meters' worth—tens of thousands of skulls!
At the sight before him, Lu Feng was horrified, but doubt also rose within him over his earlier speculation.
Such a number and arrangement of human heads could not possibly belong to an ordinary small-scale burial site.
Even in the era of those dynasties, only the burial pits accompanying an emperor's tomb could likely meet such a standard.
But this clearly was no burial pit for accompanying heads.
Instead, it resembled the hobby of some Heretical Cultivator, deliberately displayed to flaunt his own glory.
There were even faint fluctuations of an array lingering within, as though it feared someone might touch and damage it.
With that thought, the horror in Lu Feng's heart deepened further.
This tomb... could it be the tomb of a Heretical Cultivator!?
Knowing the danger it held,
Lu Feng forced down the worry in his heart. If he rashly charged into the depths of the tomb without regard for anything else, then even if he successfully found the disciples, not only might he fail to save them, he could end up dying in this eerie, sinister tomb himself.