The floor tiles of the bronze corridor were still trembling, and the black mist pouring from the cracks licked at everyone's hems like a living creature. A thin layer of sweat coated Ye Fan's palms, and the Taichu Sword sheath pressed a red mark into the web of his thumb—when he was backlashed by the Power of the Heavenly Dao in his past life, his spiritual sea had churned just like this, as if an invisible pair of hands was trying to grind his soul into fragments within the laws.
"Young Master Ye." Mo Liusu's voice was extremely suppressed, a short blade spinning a half-arc of silver light at her fingertips. "The position of this crack points directly to the dragon-head mechanism of the main mausoleum hall. Uncle Zhou said that the Soul-Suppressing Bead suppresses... the grievance of an ancient malevolent dragon." The green patterns between her wrists lit up as she spoke, the sign of her clan's secret art, Truth-Breaking, activating. "I can see the barrier of Qi. It's like a film of water covering the mouth of the crack. If you want to scout the path..."
"Su and I will go." Ye Fan interrupted her, his gaze sweeping across the four faces behind him.
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