"The Tomb Clan?" Wu Xuancang murmured.
He truly had never heard of them. Even the records left by the forebears of the Three Immortal Mountains made no mention of them.
"Don't overthink it. You can think of them as the people who guard the successive Demon Hall Masters. Like you, those old bastards vanished immediately after the Thousand-Year Period and fell into slumber. Only the Demon Hall's method of slumber is more powerful than yours and lets them live longer. Such a Land of Slumber needs more than a hidden location outsiders can hardly reach and layer upon layer of formations and traps. It also needs a certain force to guard it. The Tomb Clan is that force. The first Hall Master of the Demon Hall secretly established them during his tenure, and their existence was never made public. Over ten thousand years, the Tomb Clan's strength has been passed down from generation to generation, ensuring that this secret never leaks," Huo Lian said.
"So that's how it is!" Wu Xuancang sighed. "Then could we storm in and kill them while they're asleep?"
No wonder they had not received the slightest information. With secrecy this strict, information would indeed be difficult to leak.
Huo Lian merely sneered and looked at Wu Xuancang.
Wu Xuancang smiled awkwardly. "I took too much for granted. Even if we knew the location, getting inside probably wouldn't be so easy. If we forced our way in, they would likely wake before their slumber ended, wouldn't they?"
"As long as you understand that," Huo Lian said.
"The Tomb Clan... It seems there's another force we need to watch out for," Wu Xuancang said with a sigh.
"You needn't worry so much. All these years, the Tomb Clan's people have been confined to the Land of Slumber.