Beneath a massive formation covering the Ghost Refining Sect's main hall, a pitch-black hole had been dug into the ground.
Elders stood guard outside, their expressions utterly grave. Not long before, the Sect Master and Deputy Sect Master had personally ordered that no one was to enter. They were to hold this place even if the sky fell.
Following the deep, dark tunnel nearly a thousand meters down, three figures stood with their hands behind their backs.
Among them, a burly old man in a traditional Chinese suit had the most powerful presence. Leaning on a cane, he surveyed his surroundings with an imperious gaze, clearly accustomed to holding high office.
A lean middle-aged man wore a finely tailored suit, looking like a gentleman.
The third was actually a youth in simple sportswear, his hands in his pockets and a half-smile on his lips. His aura was the weakest of those present, yet he stood in the middle, seemingly holding no low position.
The three did nothing, but several figures busied themselves ahead of them, continuing to dig inward. A closer look revealed empty eyes without a trace of life. Clearly, none of them were alive.
"Ancestor, just what is buried in here? Why did I never hear about it, even when I inherited the position of Sect Master?"
At that moment, the old man in the traditional suit, the Ghost Refining Sect's Sect Master, could not help asking.
The one he called Ancestor was actually the youth beside him. The corners of the youth's mouth lifted slightly as he said flatly, "At your age, you've only reached the mere Sixth Step. With your talent, you naturally aren't qualified to know such secrets."
"This thing is the very foundation of our Ghost Refining Sect!"
A shadow crossed the Ghost Refining