Lian Youming narrowed his eyes and examined it carefully. It did indeed look like a map.
Amid the rocks, trees, and grass, a winding ink line emerged under the lamplight.
His eyes flickering, Lian Youming swiftly scanned the entire painting, looking for other traces or clues.
But after searching it over, his eyes suddenly widened.
Several drops of blood, thick as ink, had landed right where there seemed to be written markings.
They must have splashed onto it during the fierce battle earlier.
He had not noticed them at all before.
Lian Youming's expression darkened. After all that effort, things had gone wrong at the most crucial step.
He focused his gaze and examined it closely.
But he could barely make out the character for "palace."
Looking at the mysterious route with neither a clear beginning nor end, Lian Youming found himself at a loss.
"Looks like those people must have taken this for some sort of treasure map."
A map brought out of the Eastern Mausoleum, together with the Jade Coffin and the Stone Stele-it was hardly surprising that those people had read more into it.
He glanced over the scenery depicted in the painting, already working out how to find the place.
And there were probably other things hidden in it as well.
If this map had been left by that former Number One Under Heaven, what was its purpose, and who was it meant for?
Could it have been left for the three beings in those Jade Coffins?
But the fact that a Stone Stele had been erected meant the martial artists in the three Jade Coffins were undoubtedly Mountain Guardians.
Since they were enemies, what significance did this map have?
Moreover, for that Hidden Tomb to vanish right under a whole group's noses, there had to