Jiang Yuechu's eyes flickered.
Hm?
This thing actually existed?!
If it really was a superior soul cultivation art, wouldn't that mean her Great Black Heaven could enter the Supreme Realm?
She slowly rose.
The hem of her black robe slid off the Bone Throne.
"Lead the way."
"Yes!"
Demon Emperor Juechen bowed and turned toward the rear hall.
Jiang Yuechu followed.
As she passed Wang Ziyu, her steps paused briefly.
She glanced sideways at the little face that had remained taut throughout their journey.
"...Come along."
She said only those two words.
Yet her tone held a trace of ease, barely perceptible, that had been absent when she addressed Demon Emperor Juechen.
Wang Ziyu pressed his lips together and said nothing unnecessary.
The boy and the tiger followed behind.
Hu Cuihua crept along on tiptoe, afraid of making even the slightest unnecessary sound.
The four figures disappeared into the collapsed passage behind the hall.
They passed through the collapsed passage behind the hall.
A tunnel hewn into the rock wall sloped downward, taking them deeper with every step.
Luminous pearls embedded in the walls on either side cast a dim, cold glow.
Demon Emperor Juechen led the way, the cold light making his half-collapsed deer face look particularly hideous.
His expression, however, was exceedingly respectful.
At every bend or fork, he stepped aside in advance and used his half-broken antler to point Jiang Yuechu in the right direction.
"Senior, another hundred steps down, and we'll reach the treasury entrance."
He lowered his voice, as though introducing his own prized possessions.
"That old... Heavenly Bamboo ruled the Forgotten River for hundreds of thousands of years. Everything he plundered is down below."
At this point,
Demon Emperor Juechen stole a glance back at Jiang Yuechu.
Seeing that the girl's expression remained