Shen Shouxing shook his head, "I donât know either..."
Xun Ziyouâs gaze narrowed slightly, "Then why donât we go in and take a look?"
Shen Shouxing frowned, "This is the Shen Familyâs tomb. The depths may hide the familyâs secrets, and since all of you are outsiders, it might not be convenient for you to enter."
"The direct descendant of my Taixu Gate might be inside. Iâve been ordered by the ancestor to ensure his safe return to the sect."
Xun Ziyouâs tone was firm, even invoking the ancestor.
Shen Shouxingâs face was as calm as water, contemplating something unknown, then he sighed, "Since thatâs the case, I will go down together with Elder Xun."
Xun Ziyou was somewhat surprised, but still nodded and said, "Alright."
"Elder Xun, please go first." Shen Shouxing cupped his hands.
Xun Ziyou hesitated a little.
This Shen Shouxing was too deep to read.
This tomb pit was too gloomy and likely hid great dangers.
Normally, he would stay far away, but now Mo Hua was inside. No matter how dangerous it was, he had to make this trip.
Xun Ziyou nodded, then with an intent filled gaze, stepped into the pitch-black tomb pit.
Master Gu followed behind him.
Fan Jin didnât want to follow them in, but after glancing at Shen Shouxing with apprehension, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow Xun Ziyou.
Xun Ziyou was a Sword Cultivation Elder of the Taixu Gate.
If anything were to happen, holding onto Taixu Gate was better than mingling with the Shen Family.
Moreover, the Shen Family...
Fan Jin felt a shiver run down his spine.
As the three of them entered the dark tomb pit, Shen Shouxingâs gaze remained indifferent, letting out a cold laugh as he muttered,
"The gate of hell is closed, yet you insist on trespassing..."
He turned and commanded, "Two of you come with me, the others stay here and guard this tomb pit."
"Send someone to deliver a message, mobilize more people, and seal this tomb pit completely."
"Yes, Elder." The Shen Family Golden Core Cultivators cupped their hands.
"Qingâer... donât die on me..." Shen Shouxing silently prayed, then with a sharp gaze, stepped into the tomb pit.
Two skilled Shen Family Golden Core Cultivators followed him into the tomb pit.
The remaining Golden Core Cultivators then spread out to guard the tomb pitâs surroundings.
One Shen Family cultivator, following Shen Shouxingâs orders, turned to leave, preparing to gather more people.
But after taking just a few steps, he suddenly heard a "creak creak" sound. Realizing something was wrong, he turned to look and was immediately terrified.
Among the Shen Familyâs Golden Core, one suddenly peeled off their skin, like taking off clothes, revealing a ghastly white body, neither human nor ghost, like a demon monster.
At this moment, his eyes were blood-red, using white bone as a knife, beheading one Shen Family Golden Core after another.
All the Shen Family Golden Core Cultivators stood motionless as if enchanted, allowing themselves to be slaughtered.
"You..."
The reporting cultivator was filled with terror, wanting to escape immediately, but suddenly a bloody vision appeared before him, as if gazing upon a scholarly yet sinister human face.
Under its gaze, his Divine Sense seemed to be drawn away.
The next moment, sharp pain shot through his throat as a piece of white bone impaled it.
His consciousness gradually faded, his body slowly collapsing to the ground, dead.
The pale demon, after killing him, continued slicing the remaining "puppet-like" Shen Family Golden Core, then dipped in their blood, drawing a crimson evil formation on the ground.
The evil formation encompassed the tomb pit beneath the bright yellow bronze coffin.
After finishing all this, the pale demon walked to the edge of the tomb pit, its features deformed, voice peculiar, "Now that everyoneâs here, letâs... all perish inside..."
It grinned sinisterly, then leaped into the pitch-black tomb pit.