The tomb had already proven to defy natural order.
But the presence of beasts from another continent... possibly even from another realm implied that its creator possessed knowledge or reach far beyond mortal boundaries.
Wu Shuan exhaled slowly. "That makes this place even more dangerous. If beasts from other lands are here, then what about cultivators from those places? Or their techniques?"
Han Yu didn't answer immediately. His gaze lingered on the slain wolves. "Whatever this realm truly is, it's far older and stranger than what we were told."
The group fell into silence again, the distant whisper of wind through leaves the only sound. After a few more minutes of careful checking, Han Yu finally stood up and gestured toward the meadow.
"We've lingered long enough. Gather what you can from the bodies; scales, claws, fangs. Then we move on. We still need to reach that herb before someone else does."
