Though the Spectral Eye could perceive life and death and spy on heaven and earth, it was still a combat art at the heart of things. All combat arts had their weaknesses, and Lu Yun had almost fallen for the trap in a moment of carelessness. His luopan was now pointing him to the real tomb.

Under the guidance of the feng shui compass, he and his companions slowly dove down the cliff at the end of the tunnel. Space was in disarray here; the path seemed to come to a dead end, but every further inch led them into a wider clearing. It seemed as though everything they were seeing was an illusion. At the same time, however, the sea waters grew colder, and the chill stabbed bone deep.

“It’s freezing!” Qing Han bundled his clothes tightly around himself. The talisman he wore allowed him to move freely through the water, and his cultivation level should’ve kept him warm. However, he trembled uncontrollably when surrounded by the piercing cold.

“Holy—so many corpses!” the Deaf Prince screamed suddenly, gaping at the waters below.

By now, the unrelenting darkness had faded slightly. Though there was still no visible light source, there...