Lu Yun continued to observe the mist-shrouded Skandha Range with mounting concentration.

“You’re telling me that this Skandha Extinction Tomb can end a bloodline? Y- you must be joking.” Qing Han peered intently at his friend’s face, hoping the governor was only being tongue in cheek. Unfortunately, he only found a look of utmost seriousness aimed at the black fog around the mountain range.

The notion of a tomb that could ruin a clan’s fortune was too shocking to believe. Immortals walked the dao to seek long, even extended lives. It was very normal for five-plus generations of a single family to live in the same house. If someone bore a hypothetical grudge against the Qing Clan, they only needed to abduct five members of the main bloodline and set up...