As soon as he entered the celestial master tomb, Lu Yun found the darkness to be even deeper than in the thief’s tunnel. Next to the Scaled-Dragon King, the cocoons of light carrying the little nun and Yu Hengluo dimmed as well.

Gusts of chilling wind sent involuntary shudders down his spine. He felt like something behind his head was blowing into his ears.

Hesitant immortals had followed him inside and gathered around him. Their consciousnesses remained fully functional, despite their obstructed vision.

The monster king from the ten lands skittishly approached Lu Yun. “Why is this tomb scarier and more sinister than other ancient tombs, Sir Lu Yun?”

“The ghost realm is a realm of the...