"Is that stone coffin still where it was?"
"Yes, yes." Xu Zhenyue nodded hurriedly. "I told everyone not to touch it, so it's been left there all this time."
Commander Li nodded and said gravely, "Everyone, stay sharp."
"Once we enter the mine, whatever you hear or see, you must keep your minds steady."
"Corpse Charms excel at beguiling the mind. The stronger a Martial Artist's blood qi and willpower, the better he can resist their influence!"
Everyone answered in unison.
Less than an hour later, the party reached the Mine Vein.
It was a modest hill with several openings carved into its slopes, each pitch-black, like the gaping maw of a monstrous beast.
Discarded rubble and ore slag piled around the entrances, and a faint smell of sulfur hung in the air.
Several Blackstone Stronghold residents guarding the mine hurried over when they saw Xu Zhenyue.
"Uncle Xu, what brings you here at this hour?"
Xu Zhenyue waved off their questions, then turned to Commander Li.
"Commander Li, the stone coffin is inside."
Commander Li nodded and waved his hand. "Let's go."
Several miners led the way, each carrying a lantern.
Dim yellow light swayed through the pitch-black mine, illuminating a small patch ahead.
Mo Yun entered the mine in the middle of the group.
The moment he stepped inside, a sinister chill washed over him.
It was no ordinary cold, but a chill that seeped into the marrow, as though something were watching them from the shadows.
The tunnel was narrow, barely wide enough for two people to walk abreast.
Rough, haphazard chisel marks covered the walls on either side.
Mo Yun reached out and touched the wall. It felt icy beneath his fingertips, and slightly damp.
When he withdrew his hand, he found a thin layer of