After seeing them nod, Qin Shaofeng once again transformed into the appearance of a drunken wretch.
He even deliberately splashed some liquor onto himself while drinking.
The smell of alcohol immediately wafted from his body.
After glancing at him, Zhan Cangkong gave a speechless, wry smile.
He took the initiative to walk toward the people of the Three Continents, cupped his fists, and said, "Everyone, it seems we should be leaving as well."
Before his words had even faded, he suddenly froze.
Leave? Leave from where?
The people of the Three Continents also came to their senses and all looked toward Qin Shaofeng.
After their journey through Yin Yang City.
Without even realizing it themselves, they had already unconsciously come to regard Qin Shaofeng as their pillar.
This time, however, there was no need to wait for Qin Shaofeng to speak.
Because when they looked toward him, they had already noticed that changes had begun occurring around him.
The strange atmosphere of Yin Death Tomb was already dissipating.
It seemed that this Yin Death Tomb was beginning to vanish now that the inheritances of those tomb masters had all been delivered.
Their guess was entirely correct.
In no more than a brief moment.
Everything within Yin Death Tomb had completely changed.
A straight road stretching forward appeared.
Strangely, they all vaguely had the feeling that if they continued along this road, they would enter the final stage of the Myriad Gods Tomb of the Shining Stars.
The feeling sounded strange.
Yet it arose in every one of their hearts.
"Since there is only this one road, there is no need for us to keep wasting time. Let's go!" Zhan Cangkong took the initiative to speak.
Back in Yin Yang City, Zhan Cangkong had always followed behind Qin Shaofeng.
No matter