The remnant of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation appeared, shrouding 9,999 mountain peaks. Li Ye stepped precisely on the correct spots with every stride.
He took 380 steps in a row, then suddenly stopped.
The formation ahead was unfamiliar to Li Ye.
He used the Array Breaking Technique to deduce its workings and studied it with his own mastery of formations. A moment later, he took several dozen more steps.
Proceeding in fits and starts, he successfully reached the entrance to the tomb within the formation.
"Did Master also obtain a fragment of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation?"
Rong Zhi murmured, his face full of shock.
Li Ye arrived at the highest peak at the center of the formation. The tomb lay there.
It was inside the mountain.
The mountain towered into the clouds, like a divine mountain that reached the heavens.
The tomb gate stood ten thousand zhang tall.
The stone doors were massive. Li Ye had no idea where the Tomb Master had found such a flawless boulder to carve them from.
A plaque stretched across the doors, bearing the words "Tomb of Zhou."
The strokes were bold and forceful, and even now, one could sense the Dao aura of the person who had carved them.
Rumble!
Li Ye braced both hands against the stone doors and pushed. They shifted, and the sound was as thunderous as the collapse of heaven itself.
In truth, Li Ye had used little strength. Once the doors opened, he felt a wave of resentment, unchanged for ten thousand years, rush toward him.
He instantly went on guard and found its source: a line of writing on the wall of the tomb passage.
There weren't many words, but every one was stained with blood.
Though the blood had