Provocation

Inside the ancient tomb, a cold and gloomy wind was blowing from numerous directions. It was like a pit. It was filled with damp air and the stench of decay and corpse Qi disgusted everyone.

"Be careful, everyone. The Death Qi here can corrode us." someone said.

To Feng Yun, such corrosive Qi could not affect him at all as his blood and Qi were too vigorous. His Heavenly Yang Cultivation skill was precisely the natural enemy of this hazy air. Even if the Death Qi entered Feng Yun's body, it would immediately be eliminated. This was the advantage that Feng Yun had.

The dark path led to numerous black passageways ahead. Since the tomb hadn't been opened for a long time, they were afraid that the deeper they went, the stronger the Death Qi.

Since every path was the same, they might as well randomly pick one. Feng Yun chose a passageway where there were lesser people. As he didn't want to draw any attention to himself now, a quiet path would suit him well.