Su Ping sat just like that before the little stone tablet.
He studied the thing in front of him.
He had probably kept this up for over an hour.
Judging by the current situation, getting outside the gray mist was probably impossible.
Even though Qianyi seemed able to eat the gray mist, he needed time to digest it after every meal.
As for how long that took, Su Ping did not yet know. All he knew was that Qianyi currently had little interest in or appetite for the gray mist.
But Su Ping discovered that after Qianyi ate it, the gray mist replenished itself very quickly.
If he wanted to rely solely on eating to open a path, then unfortunately, Su Ping reckoned he would never get out of this world of gray mist in his lifetime.
So the stone tablet before him was clearly the only key.
But what exactly did it mean?
The omnipresent undead energy around him was still eating away at his body. Even Su Ping could not resist it completely.
Let alone anyone else.
But whether it was energy or an attack, the moment it touched the stone tablet, the tablet crumbled like a Lego toy.
That was what Su Ping had just learned.
Yet the slightest touch of mental strength felt as though it froze his soul directly through that mental strength. That sensation of being swallowed by darkness chilled Su Ping's body and held an indescribable terror.
And so the situation remained at an impasse.
Su Ping sighed. He had never imagined that things inside the Heavenly Tomb would be this bizarre.
If some high-level undead really appeared, he would at least have something to look toward. Even a top-level one, or even a Saint Spirit Tier one, would at least be an