Passing through the light barrier leading to the fourth level, Xiao Yan and the others finally arrived at the fourth level of the Heavenly Tomb.
With a glance, Xiao Yan saw that this place was not much different from the previous levels of the Heavenly Tomb. Only the density of Dou Qi was noticeably greater, while the number of energy bodies was somewhat smaller.
The few nearby energy bodies, upon sensing Xiao Le and the others, showed no intention of approaching at all. At this point, the Heavenly Tomb truly carried an oppressive stillness that bordered on deathly silence.
Seeing Xiao Yan's confusion, Xiao Le immediately explained, "Every few years, the master cleanses the fourth level of the Heavenly Tomb. Over time, the fourth level became what it is today."
Xiao Le's tone carried a matter-of-fact calm, as though clearing out the entire fourth level of the Heavenly Tomb was merely effortless for that being. Hearing this, Xiao Yan's reverence and anticipation toward his never-before-seen ancestor, Xiao Xuan, deepened even further.
He also understood why even third-level energy bodies like Feng Qiu feared his ancestor so greatly.
Then, led by Xiao Le and his group, Xiao Yan and Huo Zhi spent three days reaching the depths of the Heavenly Tomb. The closer they drew to its innermost core, the dimmer the surrounding light became, and the more profound and oppressive the atmosphere felt, until the final stone stele appeared before Xiao Yan.
That stone stele was nearly impossible to describe in words. Merely looking at it stirred a strange feeling within one's heart. When those Dou Sheng-level energy bodies, capable of summoning wind and rain, saw the stele, they all lowered their heads. Every expression vanished from their faces in an instant, replaced by an absolute reverence from the depths