After finishing his reconnaissance, Fang Yun strode off the peak and returned to level ground. He thought rapidly, recalling the various races' records of Burial Saint Valley, and vaguely determined that he was very far from the Human Race's Blood Tomb Mausoleum. To reach it, he would not only have to pass the Ancient Demon Clan's Blood Tomb Mausoleum, but also skirt at least two Forbidden Lands.
Forbidden Lands were places the Myriad Worlds had never explored or conquered.
Fang Yun sighed softly. It looks like my plan to head straight to Sacred Wall Gorge is completely unworkable. I can only build up my strength, carry out my other plans first, then force my way into the Blood Tomb Mausoleum and find the Sacred Mausoleum.
Hidden within each race's Blood Tomb Mausoleum was a Sacred Mausoleum.
Burial Saint Valley held endless treasures and divine objects. No one knew what its most precious treasure was, nor which place was best, but one thing was certain: each race's Sacred Mausoleum was its safest refuge and one of its greatest treasure grounds.
Whatever Fang Yun was pondering, several hundred breaths passed before he used Fluent Recitation to summon War-Poem Soldiers and have them help him excavate a cave in the mountainside.
The rock of Crimson-Black Mountain was harder than steel. Even though the War-Poem Soldiers were immensely powerful, the entire process was arduous.
After issuing some orders, Fang Yun stood a short distance away and carefully sensed the ambient primordial qi.
Fang Yun closed his eyes tightly. His Divine Sense attached itself to the power of his Literary Guts, becoming strands of invisible thread that spread in every direction.
What his Divine Sense perceived was vastly different from what his eyes saw.
The world seen through his eyes consisted mostly of appearances and