The words on the stone tablet were edged with a sharpness that made them impossible to look at directly.
Even Li Gan, who had comprehended Illusion Grade Sword Intent, could faintly feel an invisible pressure emanating from the characters.
"The sharp aura contained in these words seems exactly like the one in the Sword Grinding Cave. Could they have been written by the same person?"
Li Gan's heart stirred.
At that moment, the Sword-Backing Man in the Black Iron Mask walked beneath the stone tablet. It turned out there was a path along the cliff.
Everyone hurried after him.
White mist billowed around them. Apart from the path beneath their feet, there was only a sheer cliff plunging ten thousand zhang down beside them. The terrain was perilous.
Even a Xiantian Martial Artist might not survive a fall. With even slightly inadequate lightness skills, they would be doomed.
What was more, there was something uncanny about this place. Walking along the stone path on the cliff face, shrouded in white mist, sent an inexplicable chill down their spines.
The surroundings were utterly silent.
As they walked along the path clinging to the cliff, it felt as if they had been cut off from the outside world.
Li Gan looked up at the sky. It had turned a murky gray, completely unlike the endless white emptiness he had seen below from the mountaintop.
Everyone had questions, but no one said a word. They simply followed the Sword Envoy along the cliff face and down into the abyss.
After walking for about ten minutes, they finally reached the end. Another stone tablet stood there, with the words "Sword Tomb" inscribed on it.
They were on a platform surrounded by walls on all sides.
Below the platform, tier upon tier of stone steps