"Immortal King's Tomb?"
This was the first time Chu Lingguang had ever heard this term.
The two words "Immortal King" were suffocating, while "tomb" simply meant death.
"A dead Immortal King shouldn't be a threat to the living, right?"
Chu Lingguang said tentatively.
"Shh!"
Li Qiushui quickly shushed him, signaling for Chu Lingguang not to speak nonsense.
At the same time, a flickering, blood-red light appeared from the depths of the black hole.
It was as if something was awakening. Both Chu Lingguang and Li Qiushui couldn't help but release fluctuations of their Spiritual Sense inward, trying to investigate the disturbance. However, they found their Spiritual Sense was like a clay ox sinking into the sea—it vanished into the endless darkness without a trace.
CLANG!
Simultaneously, another sound echoed from within, as if some mysterious creature was reviving.
