A blood-colored tentacle emerged from the center of Song Wen's right palm and gradually began to lengthen.
The Blood Sea Seal was his bonded artifact, linked to his mind and spirit, and could carry the extension of his divine sense.
Yet after the tentacle extended one zhang, it could advance no farther.
Beyond that range, his divine sense weakened for no apparent reason, leaving him unable to control the tentacle.
Song Wen retracted it, and a head-sized ball of blazing fire rose from his palm.
The flames danced, their scorching tongues lashing wildly and illuminating several zhang ahead.
The passage was about a zhang high, with tier after tier of steps beneath his feet, stretching straight downward.
Song Wen's gaze swept over the third step, then abruptly froze.
There, on the step, was a smear of scarlet blood.
The blood was fresh, clearly left there not long ago.
"Besides Heng Ziping and me, it seems there really are others here!"
"But why have they never shown themselves?"
"When did this person enter the tomb?"
"Could it have been when the foul miasma surged forth just now?"
As he pondered, Song Wen raised his hand and tossed the flame.
The blazing fire tore through the air, shooting deeper into the passage.
He could not control artifacts from afar, but he could still cast a few spells. He simply could not direct the fire once it was thrown; it could only fly straight ahead.
The flame traveled dozens of zhang before finally striking the ceiling of the passage. It exploded with a thunderous boom, turning into a rain of fire that scattered in all directions.
By the firelight, Song Wen took in everything within a hundred zhang.
The passage was empty. There was no sign of anyone, nor were there any other