"Enough!"
Yuan Wu spoke, cutting off the three men's discussion.
"Where the tomb's master buried himself is of no consequence. But there may be a fierce battle ahead, so we should make haste to recover our strength. Especially Fellow Daoist Xu Yi—you are injured."
Xu Yi nodded slightly. After taking out and swallowing two pills, he sat down on the spot to meditate and regulate his breathing.
Yuan Wu and Bi Yue also sat cross-legged nearby, but they did not dare relax their vigilance, lest someone launch a sneak attack.
Song Wen likewise put on the appearance of meditating, but his attention remained fixed on the golden Buddha statue and the five demonic beasts.
Overall, this tomb was not particularly perilous. So long as most Tribulation Transcendence cultivators proceeded cautiously, they could reach this place safely.
Moreover, according to the clues Suchén had uncovered, this was the tomb of Dharma Master Puxuan, who had possessed cultivation at the Jade Firmament Profound Immortal Realm during his lifetime.
How could the burial place of a Profound Immortal be so peaceful?
Could he truly have been compassionate toward all under heaven, devoted to saving all living beings?
And what use were these five beasts, along with the demonic beast that had yet to appear? Why had formation restrictions been left within their bodies, such that once their lives were threatened, the restrictions would activate and teleport them here?
Song Wen could not make sense of it, but he could sense that this tomb was far from as tranquil as it appeared.
He had thought he would have to wait quite some time.
Yet only half a day later, the vacant meditation cushion suddenly began to glow faintly with golden light.
Then, a pitch-black figure appeared.
It was a thunderbird, lightning still crackling around