Inside the ring-shaped Underground Palace, the vaulted ceiling hung low, and eerie green phosphorescent stones studded the walls, casting a bleak, cold light.
The Yin Qi inside the hall was thick as fog, lingering without dispersing and seeping into the marrow.
At the very center of the Palace, an enormous Bronze Coffin floated above a stone platform.
A forcibly pried-open crack in its lid was a shocking sight.
Beneath the Coffin lay an ancient formation pattern, traced on the floor in dark red lines, shaped like an array of lurking snakes...
This was the sight that greeted Gu Chenfeng and his companions after they entered the Underground Palace.
"Hiss...!"
The moment they entered, even Saint Warrior level experts such as Ling Wanshuang could not help shivering.
The Yin Qi here was so dense that it seemed capable of freezing a person's soul.
Clearly, this was the heart of the Immortal Tomb, Xiahou Che's main burial chamber.
The Underground Palace was deserted. Gu Chenfeng sensed familiar traces of auras left by Xiao Qing and the others.
They had presumably pursued Xiahou Che all the way back to the main burial chamber.
Since they were nowhere to be seen now, they had likely gone into another passage.
Gu Chenfeng swept his gaze around the Underground Palace, having already noticed the nine main passages connected to it.
They had arrived through one of those passages.
"Which passage should we choose?"
None of them knew which passage offered a way out alive.
If they accidentally entered the passage where Xiahou Che and the others were, things would only get worse.
Xiahou Che's corpse was currently at its weakest and needed to absorb vast amounts of cultivators' essence blood to increase its strength. They might well end up as his blood sacrifices.
Before anyone could