On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the sky over Mount Li was overcast.
On this day, all the major powers of the Immortal Dao Alliance gathered here.
Peony Gully.
More than twenty cultivators wore dark blue Daoist robes, men and women of varying ages.
An elderly Golden Core Realm cultivator led them. With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed toward the horizon, leisurely lost in thought.
The cultivators wore differing expressions.
Some looked excited; others were weighed down with worries.
They were the disciples from Jun Mountain, resting here.
Aside from the representatives of the various factions who could enter the imperial mausoleum's mound, each power in the Immortal Dao Alliance had quite a few places for exploring the surrounding underground burial palaces. Naturally, Jun Mountain, Taiyi, and the Tang Court had the most.
Among the crowd, two women and a man huddled together, communicating through voice transmissions.
"Little Fang, does going into the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum to hunt for treasures count as grave robbing?" a young female cultivator asked.
The male cultivator considered this for a moment, then said, "It probably does."
"Huh? But grave robbing shortens your lifespan..."
Sheng Yun looked deeply worried at this.
The three were Sheng Yun, Fang Cunsheng, and Gu Qingqing.
Ju Luyi was in seclusion and had not participated in Jun Mountain's registration and selection.
Fang Cunsheng no longer knew what to say. This sworn younger sister of his master seemed rather superstitious.
"Oh, A Yun, these are underground burial palaces. Everything inside is funerary treasure. We don't even know whether anyone living was buried there," Gu Qingqing said. Afterward, she glanced around and whispered, "Besides, we're not the ones digging them up. The blame can't fall on us."
Little Fang nodded repeatedly at her words.
As time passed,