After crossing into the Ten Yins Estuary, the fortress ship continued on to the ancient tomb. Tensions ran increasingly higher during the journey, but there didn’t seem to be anything unusual about the place.

A bright sun hung high in the sky, feted by faint wisps of clouds. No strange occurrences had arisen. There were even a good number of immortals and cultivators passing through, who all gave Lu Yun’s fortress ship a wide berth when they drew near.

“Is this really the Firmament Ruins?” Dongfang Hao found it difficult to believe. It would be far more appropriate for there to be evil spirits and ghosts plaguing the area, but nothing set the place apart other than the skull marked on the map.

“If there’s something wrong with the place, it would’ve been noticed by the elites of nearby Xiankan,” Wu Tulong said with some hesitation. “However, neither the divine court from eighty thousand years ago, nor the Nephrite court in power...