By the time the two of them had pried off every carved stone slab in the underground palace, the entire place had been stripped bare. It looked less like a palace and more like a somewhat rough-hewn cave dug out by human hands.
As they walked, they came to a place that resembled an altar.
"This looks like an altar," Xue Fuyao said, surveying their surroundings.
Jimo Xiubai, however, stared at the carved murals on the surrounding walls with shining eyes, constantly muttering things like, "We're rich, we're rich."
Hearing him, Xue Fuyao asked curiously, "What do you mean, we're rich?"
Seeing that Jimo Xiubai's gaze was fixed on the murals around them, she began examining them closely as well.
"These seem to depict a dancing snake woman." Xue Fuyao frowned slightly at the murals. "These dance poses look so strange."
"They only look strange to you because you're human. This is the Snake-Demon Clan's long-lost Sacrificial Dance."
Her curiosity piqued, Xue Fuyao asked, "The Sacrificial Dance? What does it do?"
Jimo Xiubai explained, "You know that the Snake Clan only has a lifespan of five hundred years, right?"
Xue Fuyao nodded. "I've heard that, but the Snake Clan's lifespan shouldn't be limited to five hundred years. It's just difficult for them to live past five hundred."
In her previous life, she had seen great snake demons over a thousand years old among the Demon Race.
"That's because the Snake Clan faces a heavenly chasm every five hundred years. If they successfully cross it, they can live another five hundred years; if they fail, they die and their cultivation vanishes. Not even one in ten thousand snake demons survives the heavenly chasm."
Xue Fuyao was somewhat startled. "That few!"
Jimo Xiubai nodded glumly. "Exactly. But there's also a legend passed