Lu Xiaotian ventured deeper into the ancient tombs. Since his first visit, the interior had changed beyond recognition. He could no longer rely on memory to find the paths he had once taken.
But Lu Xiaotian had not come to revisit old haunts. The dangers within the ancient tombs were no less formidable than before. Along the way, he had encountered several ambushes targeting other outsiders. Even Nascent Soul Cultivators would find it difficult to make their way inside without thorough preparation.
Lu Xiaotian strode through as if walking on level ground, pressing straight ahead. By the time he had reached halfway through the ancient tombs, the aura of the Buddhist seal had grown increasingly intense. Even with his cultivation, he couldn't help feeling a surge of unease. Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, and even Divine Void cultivators would be unable to detect a seal of this level, even if they stood right beside it. Under normal circumstances, Spirit Transformation cultivators were already close to the limits of this world. To avoid dying when their lifespans ran out, those who reached such a level would seek a way to leave as early as possible.
It was no wonder that no one had discovered this seal in all these years.
Following the aura of the Buddhist sect, he went straight to the entrance of the Netherblood Cave. It seemed an entire set of profound, interlocking hand seals was suppressing the fierce demonic aura that had even made Lu Xiaotian's heart tremble.
Lu Xiaotian spread out his divine sense. Even in the Spirit Realm, after he had broken through to the Mahayana Realm, its reach could extend tens of thousands of miles. After his twelve soul fusions had broken through and he had become a true dragon, his Primordial Spirit had grown several