In the desolate outskirts of Li City, many cultivators were frequenting the area, all searching for Ancient Tombs, driven by the Nine Secret Arts.
The emergence of the Nine Secret Arts shook the northern region; no sect could remain indifferent, even the Ancient Nobilities were openly vying for them.
CAW!
The crow's caw was mournful, sending shivers down one's spine.
This was a chaotic burial ground, desolately devoid of life, with only a few dead trees and old vines. Everywhere else was barren, riddled with broken grave mounds.
"These people are too much. They won't even spare the graves; it's infuriating." Ji Ziyue puffed out her cheeks in frustration, showing a hint of her innocent nature.
It was unknown how many Ancient Tombs they had seen. All had been thoroughly rummaged through; every ancient crypt was cracked open, some even had skeletons unearthed.
