The underground space was much larger than expected.
There was a passage on either side of the stone stele, each leading deeper underground.
Flickering firelight glimmered faintly in the right-hand passage, while the left-hand passage was pitch-black.
Lin Feng continued probing with his Psychic Power.
In the right-hand passage, two squads were facing off.
One wore the Yao Family's battle robes and had five people. The other wore the Loose Martial Alliance's gray uniforms and had four.
Both sides were staring at a stone shelf at the end of the passage.
A jade box sat on the shelf.
It radiated a rich energy fluctuation—the kind of scent only Elixirs or cultivation arts above C-Rank possessed.
Deep in the left-hand passage, the Yao Family's team was heading down.
Seven people. The leader had the strongest aura, at the eighth stage of Martial Ancestor.
They were heading in the right direction.
Lin Feng's Psychic Power detected a signal at the very end of the left-hand passage: an extremely dense concentration of energy, several times stronger than anything in the Stele District.
The real treasures were on the lowest level.
"Zhou Yuan."
"Here."
"Take eight people and search this level. Take everything you can from the stone shelf. If you run into another team, don't start trouble, but if they attack, beat them to death."
Zhou Yuan nodded.
"What about you?"
"I'm going down."
Lin Feng pointed to the left-hand passage.
Zhang Qian hurried over. "I'm coming too!"
"You're a ninth-stage Martial Artist. Going down there would be suicide."
"I'll wait on the outskirts and back you up. I won't go into the deepest part."
Lin Feng gave him a look but didn't argue.
"Stay close."
The two entered the left-hand passage.
Glowing minerals of some kind were embedded in its walls. The