Within the Shang Mausoleum, sun and moon gave no light. Yet stars faintly glimmered upon the ceiling, their feeble radiance unable to pierce the layers of gloom.
Before them stood a stone bridge, with part of the Clear Abyss below it.
Intentions seemed to drift through the mist, as though wandering souls were probing those who crossed the stone bridge. Those gazes were even colder and more sinister than when Li Mo and Ying Bing had once come to retrieve the Rosy Phoenix Qi.
It was clear that the wandering souls had been far more powerful in life.
Had Southern Bright Separation Fire not burned upon Shang Wu's body, illuminating the surroundings, the sea of mist would likely have begun to churn long ago.
Tap—
Footsteps rang out through the empty stillness.
"So those wandering souls did not all die in the Clear Abyss because of the Primal Phoenix inheritance."
Ying Bing had found it strange before. How could some vague, intangible treasure entice so many people to leap into the Clear Abyss?
Thinking of it now, the predecessors of the Clear Abyss Sect had probably entered the Clear Abyss to pass away in meditation when their lifespans neared their end, leaving behind their Will Souls to continue fulfilling their duty of guarding the mausoleum.
The Shang Mausoleum possessed national fortune and the Nine-Colored Primal Phoenix inheritance. The Clear Abyss Sect, too, had all the organs and limbs complete.
Could it be that they had also been waiting for some future day, when Great Yu collapsed and Great Shang seized the chance to restore the nation?
And now, the inheritance had gone to her, while the national fortune was about to come to him...
After another half hour of walking, they encountered no unexpected trouble along the way because of