Within the Shang Tomb, the sun and moon were obscured, yet faint stars glimmered on the ceiling, their weak light unable to pierce the layers of gloom.

Before them lay a stone bridge, beneath which flowed part of the Qingyuan.

Amidst the mist, a consciousness seemed to probe, as if phantoms were scrutinizing those who dared cross the bridge. These gazes were even colder than when Li Mo and Ying Bing sought the Rosy Phoenix Aura.

This suggested that the phantoms had been formidable in life.