The tomb's cavern was even more bleak and frigid than he had imagined. The sinister aura was enough to drive those of low cultivation mad. After entering, Lu Xiaotian found that his divine sense was suppressed even more severely than it had been outside Yin Wind Valley.
The cavern was enormous. Beyond a hundred-odd zhang, everything faded into gray-black darkness, and nothing could be seen clearly. The faint howl of wind echoed through the cave. As he walked, he occasionally stepped on one or two pieces of ghostly white bone, which cracked beneath his feet.
Lu Xiaotian frowned. Enduring the discomfort this place caused him, he kept a close watch on his surroundings and occasionally looked back. Yet he could no longer see the entrance. The entrance that had been behind him seemed no longer to be in its original place, as though it had shifted elsewhere. This place was strange.
Lu Xiaotian's expression changed slightly, not because he was lost. In truth, with the Primordial Tortoise Shell, he was in no danger of losing his way. Rather, the Primordial Spirit within the Soul-Sealing Pearl had already entered this place before, yet had never mentioned this matter to him.
At that thought, Lu Xiaotian's expression turned somewhat ugly. He had intended to keep his promise, only to be led around by the nose by the Primordial Spirit inside the Soul-Sealing Pearl in the end. After coaxing and deceiving him into this tomb, the sinister aura here obscured the surrounding terrain, while divine sense could not probe very far. The Primordial Spirit within the Soul-Sealing Pearl must have thought that once it had tricked him into this tomb and controlled the way back, it could seize his weak point. If this had been the old him, without the Primordial Tortoise Shell