When Lin Shisan and the two women set foot on solid ground again, the first thing they saw was a grayish-white stone wall.
The wall was densely carved with names, row upon row, like some ancient genealogy or inscription. The air carried the stale scent of stone and a faint trace of incense. Ever-burning lamps were set into all four walls, their flames dancing silently in bronze cups.
The Xiao Household Ancestral Mausoleum.
The Teleportation Array's exit was located in a stone chamber in the deepest part of the mausoleum.
The surroundings were so quiet that a falling needle could have been heard. Only their extremely light footsteps echoed through the empty stone chamber.
"The Xiao Household certainly knew how to pick a place."
Bai Youyou swept her gaze around before resting it on the wall covered in names. "They chose their ancestral mausoleum."
Lin Shisan said nothing. He had already heard footsteps outside the stone chamber.
There was more than one person. At least several dozen auras were rapidly approaching. The weakest among them was at the peak of ninth meridian opening, and more were in the Yellow Dragon Realm. The aura at the very front was especially dense, as heavy as a mountain, bearing down on them.
Peak ninth yellow dragon.
The stone chamber's door was abruptly pushed open from outside.
Grayish-white daylight flooded in. A dense crowd stood outside the door.
At the front was a haggard old man with a grizzled beard and an old scar crossing his brow bone at his temple. His cloudy eyes fixed on the three inside the chamber, then passed over their shoulders to glance at the wall covered in names behind them.
Spiritual power surged around him like a tide. He released his peak ninth yellow dragon pressure without restraint,