Li Yanchu’s keen eyes immediately noticed something: faint, intricate runes flickering to life on Wang Yunting’s arm. A pale, ghostly glow shimmered especially around his fingers.0

As the bronze gate creaked open with an ear-piercing screech, everyone instinctively took a step back with a tense look. After all, Wang Yunting’s retreat just now had looked way too dramatic, so they couldn’t help but think something was wrong.0

But Li Yanchu noticed something deeper: Wang Yunting was now kneeling on one knee with his fingers buried deep into the stone floor, and the aura of yin qi surrounding him had visibly weakened. It seemed that opening the tomb gate was far from as simple as it appeared. At that moment, Wang Yunting seemed to be forcing some invading power out of his body.0

Once the bronze tomb gate fully opened, it revealed a deep, shadowy tomb chamber. But it wasn’t shrouded in darkness, a...0