He carried the Life Mark, and he was the Successor; even if the path behind him was sealed, he wasn't that afraid.
"The Daoist of Life and Death isn't dead?" The Huayuan Sect Elders exchanged glances, a shiver running through their hearts.
The path behind was blocked as soon as it was mentioned, sending chills down everyone's spine. Only then did the Red Dust Immortals start to take a closer look around the cave.
To call it a cave was an understatement; it was more like a corridor.
To the left, right, and above were ancient grey stone walls, while the ground was paved with brown stones, as if they had been stained with fresh blood.
The stone wall blocked the way back, and ahead was a dark, lightless hole.
The oppressive feeling in the confined space surged in an instant.