The Underground Palace never saw the light of day, apart from clusters of ghostly fire, not a glimmer of brightness, extremely cold and dark.
Under the watchful eyes of numerous Yin Gods, Jian Shier led Chu Zheng forward until they approached the most central hall.
The hall's doors were tightly sealed, engraved with dragon relief carvings, lifelike as if they were living creatures. The eyes of the dragons had been removed, leaving hollow voids.
"This place is the core of the Great Tomb; just beyond here lies the resting place of the Taoist Master,"
Jian Shier explained succinctly, his expression solemn. He bowed in front of the hall doors and extended a pitch-black command token with his hand.
The command token transformed into a streak of light and entered within the hall.
Boom—
A moment later, the tightly shut hall doors slowly opened, releasing a dull, musty air that had been sealed for ages, carrying with it a cold, chilling breeze.
