Fortunately, the stone walls on either side of the trap were not far apart.
Sword Qi surged over Song Yan's entire body as he abruptly activated Soaring Cloud Intent.
As he fell, he stretched both hands out to the sides, pressing them against the stone walls.
Hiss, hiss.
His Sword Qi pressed tightly against the stone, making faint sounds.
Borrowing that slight purchase, he twisted his body, first clinging to the wall like a gecko.
Then, with a nimble flip, he landed on the ground.
Under the Imperial Mausoleum's oppressive pressure, his cultivation was only at Qi Refining, Third Layer, but when fighting opponents, at least he still had Sword Intent and close-quarters swordsmanship to rely on.
If anything gave Song Yan a headache, it was probably his inability to fly.
Soaring Cloud Intent was merely a movement method, a technique for lightening the body.
Had this trap been a little wider, without stone walls on either side to give him purchase, he would probably have fallen hard enough to see stars.
"Are you all right?"
The boy poked his head out of the jade fragment and appeared beside Song Yan.
The boy was a soul and extremely light; even floating straight down would not have done him any harm.
"What... what is this place? It's pitch-black."
The boy surveyed their surroundings curiously.
Song Yan immediately looked around as well.
This seemed to be a man-made tunnel sloping downward, much narrower than the previous Western Tomb Passage, with room for only one or two people abreast.
The stone walls were rough and covered in chisel marks.
He could not see any farther ahead.
He was just about to take a luminous pearl out of his ring for light when his surroundings suddenly brightened.
As in the Western Tomb Passage, lights