But Jiang Chen could tell there was something wrong with this Red Grave. A deep hole pierced it, with a terrifying trace of sword intent lingering around it.
That was certainly not something anyone present could have done.
He even felt that the Yin God who had appeared in the Blood-Colored City not long ago fell considerably short of the owner of this sword intent.
Moreover, the sword intent exuded an endless sense of antiquity, as though it had endured through eternity. Perhaps it had existed for thousands or tens of thousands of years.
"Was this done by someone from before the Dao Decline Era, a great power from the Dao Prosperity Era? Or..."
Jiang Chen thought of how this Grave Region had formed, and the history of its later relocation into the Restricted Zone. His pupils contracted. "Could this have been done by a descendant of the Sword Master back then?"
"Even though he had passed away, there were still people among his descendants powerful enough to intimidate Yin Gods!"
He could not help feeling a trace of longing for that glorious era, wishing he could meet that legendary Sword Master.
"No wonder. A group of Supreme Powerhouses would never dare explore a Red Grave. It seems this is a ruined Red Grave whose ominous presence was slashed away when the Grave Region was moved. But even so, its aura..."
Jiang Chen's expression grew grave. Only then did he realize that he had somewhat underestimated Red Graves before seeing one with his own eyes.
Even a ruined grave like this was hundreds or thousands of times more terrifying than the Half-Red Grave he had dug up before. It was unfathomable. Merely glancing at that pitch-black hole felt as though it would drag a person into an abyss!
His gaze