Entering the Heavenly Tomb

The wind from the Unicorn's beating wings gradually faded. After roughly a quarter-hour of flight, it landed steadily amid a range of jagged peaks.

Quite a few figures had already gathered atop the cloud-shrouded cliffs. Xiao Ling's gaze swept lightly over them. Though he spotted several familiar faces, he did not linger on them. To him, only the journey into the Heavenly Tomb and the people beside him were worth his attention now.

However, Xiao Yan's gaze abruptly froze as it swept over a neighboring peak. Three black-robed figures floated in the air like drops of ink, their cold, sinister aura slowly seeping from their bodies like an unmelting frost mist. Even the mountain wind around them seemed several degrees colder.

"They're the Hun Clan people we saw before..." he said quietly, his fists already clenching beneath his sleeves as a hint of vigilance flashed through his eyes.

"Cousin Xiao Yan, be careful of the leader among those three." Seeing this, Xun Er turned her head toward him as well. Her voice was very low, but her warning was clear. "His name is Hun Ya. He is extremely well-known among the younger generation of the Hun Clan, and his methods are very troublesome. Since the Hun Clan has entered the Heavenly Tomb this time, he is likely leading their group. If you encounter him inside, be sure to stay on guard."

"Yes, Cousin Xiao Ling and I have already met them before." Xiao Yan slowly nodded, his fingers unconsciously rubbing at his cuff. How could he not know how formidable Hun Ya was?

By his estimation, this Hun Clan prodigy was likely no weaker than Gu Yao. The talented descendants of these ancient clans, whose legacies stretched back tens of thousands of years, all possessed genuine ability. They were certainly