"Of course there are other human cultivators. As for the entrance, it isn't as simple as it looks on the surface. It requires the right time and place. The entrance you see is actually a maze-like formation. Even if you went in now, you'd soon be wandering around until you were dizzy, then somehow find yourself back outside," the green-eyed old man said with a squinting smile.
"Fellow Daoist, come with us." The green-eyed old man was only as tall as Lu Xiaotian's waist. Clad in a black robe, he moved with astonishing speed, transforming into a wisp of pale gray corpse aura that drifted into the distance. The Yin-Yang Lame Monster hurried after him, leaving a dozen afterimages in his wake, and was barely any slower.
Lu Xiaotian moved his feet and followed behind the green-eyed old man and the Yin-Yang Lame Monster at an unhurried pace. After they had traveled for a while through the towering shade trees, they occasionally saw all sorts of sinister demonic beasts and corpse-ghost creatures.
Before long, they arrived at an opening that looked like a cave entrance. Black miasma swirled within, and gusts of yin wind carried a bone-piercing chill. Even Lu Xiaotian couldn't help feeling cold. This chill was no ordinary cold; it carried a sinister aura that seemed to worm its way into his bones.
Even Nascent Soul Cultivators would likely struggle to last long inside this ancient tomb.
The green-eyed old man and the Yin-Yang Lame Monster blurred and entered the cave. After hesitating briefly, Lu Xiaotian followed.
The green-eyed old man and the Yin-Yang Lame Monster exchanged a glance. Seeing that Lu Xiaotian showed no sign of strain and had followed them straight inside, they couldn't help feeling surprised. The sinister aura within the ancient tomb suppressed ordinary