Time passed.
Soon, night fell.
Zhou Changqing and Zi Yan built a fire on the mountaintop and began roasting meat.
The sight made the eyes of quite a few people on the surrounding peaks twitch.
Anyone who did not know better would have thought these two youngsters had come out for a spring outing.
If not for the need to preserve their strength for the battles and dangers that might await inside the tomb and avoid unnecessary complications, someone might already have gone over to pick a fight with the pair.
As he ate the roasted meat, Zhou Changqing kept his perception focused on the Spatial Boundary Mirror.
He was not afraid of anyone present detecting his soul power.
Soul power was formless and intangible. Unless someone present had attained a sufficiently advanced soul realm, it would be difficult to detect.
He estimated that only the elderly Mid-Rank Dou Zong might be able to sense his soul power.
Ever since arriving, Zhou Changqing had been observing the changes in the Spatial Boundary Mirror.
He discovered that its problems were quite serious. In this short span of time, the leakage of spatial power had become increasingly obvious, and its durability had fallen considerably.
In another four or five days, it would likely weaken enough for even an ordinary Dou Zong to break through.
The people present, especially those four Dou Zongs, had presumably noticed this as well, which was why they had not stubbornly tried to force their way through the Spatial Boundary Mirror.
Tossing aside the bone he had sucked clean, Zhou Changqing found a relatively smooth rock and sat cross-legged. He took out the lightning essence, which still held plenty of energy, and began cultivating.
He had been unable to cultivate while inside the wormhole, so he remained a