Lin Taichu stared at the Stone Gate before him, his gaze falling upon the dragon eyes carved into the lintel.
At that moment, he clearly saw the pupils of those dragon eyes slowly turning, seeping with specks of golden light that traced a complex star-map pattern across the ground.
The dragon pearl in his arms suddenly grew hot and floated up on its own, flying toward the Stone Gate.
Lin Taichu reached out to grab it, only to see the dragon pearl turn into a Flowing Light and vanish into the dragon eyes. The entire Stone Gate rumbled violently, its dragon patterns writhing like living creatures as they revealed a bottomless passage.
"Human, once you step through this gate, there will be no turning back." White Cat's voice rang out in his Sea of Consciousness. The phantom of nine tails spread behind her. "Every piece of remains within the Dragon Tomb contains the obsessions of the Dragon Clan. One misstep, and your consciousness will be devoured."
Lin Taichu gritted his teeth, held the Broken Sword across his chest, and slowly stepped inside. Glowing crystals were embedded in the walls of the passage, their dim blue light illuminating the murals on both sides—the scenes of a great war between the Spirit Cat Clan and the Dragon Clan. White Cat's ancestor had transformed into nine streams of Flowing Light and pierced the Dragon Emperor's Heart, while the Dragon Emperor's Broken Sword had been driven into the core of the Qingyun Spirit Vein.
"So the Dragon Slaying Style is the Spirit Cat Clan's greatest treasure..."
Lin Taichu murmured as his fingertips brushed the mural. Suddenly, he felt a sharp sting. The Broken Sword actually let out a dragon's roar, resonating with the mural.
After traveling a hundred zhang, the passage abruptly opened up.