It seemed that the tomb of the human Emperor was more mysterious than he had imagined.
Xia qingchen finally felt a hint of interest in it and had the intention to probe it.
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The bird flapped its wings and flew out of the Marquis's residence, reaching midair.
In just a few breaths, he had left the borders of colored glaze city and was heading towards the vast sky.
Xia qingchen suddenly stood up and turned to look at Azurite city, which was getting smaller and smaller behind him. His gaze gradually turned sharp.
He took out a dagger and cut his left palm.
A line of blood was clearly visible, and countless drops of fresh blood sprayed into the sky behind him.
Blood splattered on the ground, leaving a long trail that pointed to the tomb of the human Emperor.
Outside of Liuli city.
Mass grave.
This place was located on the back of a snowy peak. It was dark and gloomy all year round.
