The Imperial Mausoleum, Outer City.
Song Yan frowned slightly.
"A random teleportation restriction?"
Spatial relocation measures like these, set within the restrictions of large ruins to prevent intruders from gathering their strength, were actually not uncommon.
But Song Yan had always had a conjecture about the Eastern and Western Tomb Passages within this Imperial Mausoleum.
Previously, outside the Mound, that insect-controlling cultivator had said that the Eastern Tomb Passage was broad, while the Western Tomb Passage was somewhat narrower.
Combining this with the ancient texts he had read at the Mohist School and Jun Mountain, Song Yan believed that the Eastern Tomb Passage taken by Prince Li Lin and the others might have been used to transport large burial goods that could not be contained and carried in Heaven and Earth Bags.
The Western Tomb Passage that those of their sect faction had traveled, meanwhile, was for the laborers who built the Imperial Mausoleum.
This Imperial Mausoleum was exceptionally vast, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators and slaves had been conscripted to work on it.
To improve the laborers' construction efficiency and prevent disorder and collusion, the overseers and supervisors had divided the enormous project into countless relatively independent smaller zones. Once laborers branded with specific slave marks entered the Underground Palace, these restrictions would relocate them to their assigned labor zones. As for Twenty-Eight People, they had neither slave marks nor tokens proving their identities, so the restrictions had naturally scattered them at random into different corners of the Underground Palace.
"But..."
Song Yan surveyed his surroundings. "Who knows what this place is?"
The surrounding buildings were ancient and simple, all in the style of Immortal Qin.
Looking up, he saw clouds and winds churning as the sky gradually brightened.
It seemed that complex formations and restrictions were operating