Inside the passage, darkness reigned.
Not a single glimmer of light could be seen in this corridor. The cold wind blowing in carried a bone-chilling chill.
Mixed into the wind was a faint, cold wailing.
"Using the whole mountain as a formation, faking the Yellow Springs, trying to send souls down the Yellow Springs Road to force reincarnation, huh."
Evan Lin's expression was grim as he muttered to himself.
"The yin dragon locked beneath my feet is the source of all this baleful energy. Through Oxhorn Village, it constantly draws in yin-fiend power. Eighteen tombs circle this place, each sitting on a yin point, channeling killing aura to gather ghost force. No wonder the yin-fiend energy here is so heavy."
Evan Lin looked up, gazing ahead.
He had no idea how long he'd been walking in this passage.
The deeper he went, the wider the tunnel became. The dirt and stone underfoot gave way to massive gray-brown bricks.
These bricks were stacked thick and heavy.
At the very front stood a massive stone gate. On either side, two beast-faced tomb guardians crouched, their postures twisted and faces fierce.
Even after all these years, the two stone-carved tomb guardians still looked eerily lifelike.
Evan Lin stepped forward and pushed open the stone gate before him.
The door moved, and the stone gate swung open.
Inside was a vast stone chamber.
The whole chamber was nearly a hundred feet high. Evan walked in, looked up, and saw pale moonlight spilling down through the dome.
He was deep inside the mountain now. On the surrounding stone walls, he could vaguely make out black shadows drifting along.
Those black shadows moved silently in the darkness, sometimes lowering their heads to stare at the unwelcome guest who'd come through the stone gate.
Ancient. Primal.
That was Evan Lin's first impression as he stepped inside.