Luo Qingge nodded and followed him, pushing open the tomb door and stepping inside.
The tomb passage stretched deep into the darkness, thick with a sinister chill.
After walking for the time it took an incense stick to burn, they gradually caught a pungent odor-the nauseating stench of rotting corpses mixed with blood.
They rounded a bend, and the space before them suddenly opened up.
More than a dozen corpses lay sprawled across the ground.
They all wore the same clothing-white robes and white hats, half monk and half Daoist, the standard attire of the Great Vehicle Sect. Most had been killed by traps.
Some had been pierced by spears and pinned to the walls; some had been crushed into pulp by falling rocks; others had stepped on hinged floor panels and plunged into bottomless pits.
They had been dead for two or three months, and their bodies had begun to rot, giving off waves of foul stench.
Luo Qingge covered her nose and mouth with her sleeve and frowned.
They stepped over the corpses and continued deeper inside.
After passing through a long corridor, they finally reached the last burial chamber.
The sight before them brought both to a halt.
Utter devastation.
A fierce battle had taken place here. Corpses littered the ground-another dozen or so Great Vehicle Sect followers, all killed in different ways. Some had blades driven through their hearts, some had their skulls smashed by heavy objects, and others had every bone in their bodies shattered, as though something enormous had rolled over them!
Lu Changfeng crouched down and carefully examined the bodies with shattered bones.
Several distinct scrape marks scored the ground, as though some gigantic creature had dragged itself across it. A few pitch-black scales lay scattered beside them, each as large as a