The Two Civil-Martial Tombs stood northwest of Xianyang, the Great Qin Imperial Capital, and east of Qi Mountain, the Sacred Mountain of Great Zhou. Like two peaks thrusting out of the earth, they sprawled across ten thousand miles, stretching beyond sight. Yet they had not disturbed the surrounding terrain; instead, they had forcibly expanded the land by ten thousand miles.
Previously, two neighboring villages had stood here, their residents frequently visiting one another. Now, with the emergence of the Two Civil-Martial Tombs, those neighbors were separated by ten thousand miles. For ordinary residents, perhaps even an entire lifetime would no longer suffice to make the journey!
That alone was enough to imagine the wondrous mysteries of the Two Civil-Martial Tombs!
At this moment, the Two Civil-Martial Tombs, separated by several dozen miles, were both shrouded in pitch-black, sinister mist. Within it, chilling winds howled amid the wails of ghosts and shrieks of spirits. Currents resembling terrifying black dragons swept through it, powerful enough to melt gold and corrode iron. Even Earth Grade treasures shot into the mist could scarcely penetrate it.
Through the sinister mist, however, green mountains and clear waters were faintly visible within, along with towering ancient trees, roaming beasts, and flying birds. The sounds of mountain streams, birdsong, and beasts roaring could also be faintly heard. It seemed the mist enveloped two peaceful, secluded paradises rather than two ancient tombs. It was strange beyond measure.
A stone stele stood before each of the Two Civil-Martial Tombs. The one before the smaller tomb towered a hundred zhang high, its substance resembling cast bronze. The ages of Primordial Antiquity had left deep scars upon it, covering it in rust and pits. It stood like a sky-supporting giant weathered by wind and sun yet enduring through the ages, its imposing