Two azure talismans gleamed on Lu Yun and Qing Han’s bodies, allowing them to glide through the water with the ease of fish. They were Swiftwater Talismans—naturally Xuanxi’s doing.

“Is the tomb underwater?” Qing Han scanned the pitch black surroundings. An occasional fish swam past them, but he didn’t see anything unusual. He turned his gaze downward. There was no telling how deep the lake was; even his consciousness couldn’t reach its bottom.

“We should be able to access the tomb through the bottom of the lake. Right now, we’re at the mouth of the volcano, one that goes straight down into earth,” Lu Yun responded slowly. “The unique landscape may give birth to unknown creatures, so be on your guard.”

The water increased in temperature...