Within the cemetery, a deathly still wind drifted.
Gu Shen walked towards the inner mausoleum.
When he entered the cemetery, fear of "life and death" had not seized him.
But now.
A complex emotion had begun to take hold in his heart.
It should be called "fear".
But it was not fear for himself... but for others.
Everything here was "frozen"; not a living soul could be seen on the path, and of course, no dead ones either, yet that was what was most frightening.
What exactly had happened in this cemetery?
What kind of force could bring the entire Qingzhong to such silent death...
Gu Shen feared that after he entered the inner mausoleum... he would find the Tomb Guardian in the same state.
A mist swirled around the distant hill.
Each wisp of mist solidified repeatedly into smoke as if on an oil painting. Gu Shen crossed the hill and arrived at the entrance to the Giant Statue Mountain Tomb.
He stood silently at the entrance.
