In the deepest part of Tianmo Ridge was a grave that was ten feet tall!
Boom!
When Li Xuanshan and the other two arrived with hoes on their shoulders, a thick aura of time rushed over like a tidal wave.
It caused their expressions to become extremely solemn.
On the tombstone in front of the large tomb, a few large words were engraved.
"The tomb of Dugu Mie, the ancestor of the Dari Demonic Sect!"
Looking at the ancient and weathered tomb in front of them, both Wan Zhentian and Yuan Huachen frowned, appearing to be quite diffident.
"This... Are we really going to dig up our old ancestor's grave?" Yuan Huachen took a deep breath and said.
"What? Are you scared?" Li Xuanshan snorted.
Hearing this, Yuan Huachen's face sank.
