“Hey, look, what do these words say?” Pan Zi suddenly spoke up, looking at Wu Xie and then at Chen Pi Asi.

Wu Xie turned his head. The words weren't carved on the crack in the wall, but on a horizontal, jumbled rock at the bottom. They were some unfamiliar characters, somewhat like Chinese and somewhat like Korean, and were carved in a very messy way.

The monk Hua leaned closer to take a look and said with certainty, "It's Jurchen script."

"What did you write?" the fat man asked.

Hua the monk said, "Wait, I'm not that good. I need to see it to know. Let me draw it down first."

Cao Ya didn't pay attention to the writing on the stone wall, nor did he bother to wait, and went straight into the depths.

The others had no choice but to follow.

Chen Pi Asi asked Lang Feng to stay behind with Monk Hua, and then follow them after tracing the words.

"Aren't you curious?" Chen Pi Asi, whose condition had improved somewhat, asked Cao Ya, "The temperature is high in the crevice of the rock."

Those who raid tombs pay great attention to inscriptions or murals, as these can help them identify the tomb's occupant.

Only burial items with a certain age can fetch a good price.

Even some tomb raiders who don't take it seriously wouldn't completely ignore it like Cao Ya did.

They no longer cared about Shunzi. If Shunzi still couldn't guess their identities at this point, then she was talking nonsense.

Shunzi was feeling dizzy, but the hot air rising from the depths of the rock crevice cleared his head considerably. Hearing the conversation, he remained silent.

He knew that his job was to be a good guide, and that he was no longer needed in this place. If he wanted to survive and avoid being silenced, he had to be smart and pretend that he knew nothing.

Cao Ya curled his lip and said, "What methods could the King of Dongxia possibly have? If he dares to jump out, I'll just slap him to death. It's useless to read it. Who would record anything truly important here?"

"Holy crap, that's awesome!" Fatty, Wu Xie, and Pan Zi gave each other a thumbs up in unison.

Chen Pi Asi snorted lightly. He was a veteran in the tomb raiding business, having entered countless tombs over the past hundred years, but he had never seen anyone as reckless as Cao Ya before.

But Cao Ya is damn good at being reckless.

The sheer ability to shatter rock walls made Chen Pi Asi realize that while it was uncertain whether Cao Ya was a martial arts master, in a fight, the rest of them combined would be no match for him.

Fine, you're so great, I'll listen to you.

Chen Pi Asi remained silent and followed quietly.

The deeper we went, the higher the temperature became, much warmer than outside. As we walked, everyone started sweating and had to unbutton their clothes.

Only Cao Ya didn't break a sweat; she wasn't tired at all, nor was she hot.

Others got used to it, but still couldn't help feeling envious and jealous.

If they have that ability, what are they afraid of?

Actually, the passage was difficult to traverse; without Cao Ya, they probably would have had to climb.

However, with Cao Ya leading the way, the road was widened by falling stone dust and leaving deep footprints, so the people behind only needed to follow Cao Ya's steps.

"Hey, come on, we really do look like we're on vacation," the fat man said without any hesitation.

Shunzi walked silently in the middle of the group. He hadn't been feeling well earlier, and we were worried something might happen to him, so we put him in the middle so that if anything did happen, there would be people to look after him from the front and back.

As you continue downwards, the smell of sulfur grows stronger, and the rocks become increasingly dark, all beginning to exhibit a glassy sheen—traces of mica melting at high temperatures.

Wu Xie exclaimed "Oh dear!" and Fatty asked what was wrong.

Wu Xie replied, "This should be a lava crater of a volcano. Changbai Mountain is a potential active volcano. If it suddenly erupts and lava flows out from inside the mountain, we'll be doomed."

Pan Zi chuckled and said, "Third Master, you're overthinking it. How could we be so unlucky? Why did it have to erupt just when we arrived? What a coincidence!"

“Exactly, you’re naive. I think you’re worrying unnecessarily.” The fat man laughed. “Besides, if we really encounter such a thing, it’s just our fate. There are very few people in the world who are lucky enough to die in a volcanic eruption.”

"Damn it, you want all this luck, but we don't!" Ye Cheng cursed.

"I was just joking," the fat man said.

Cao Ya said casually, "Don't worry, the volcano won't erupt."

"What's wrong, Cao Ya? You can control a volcano, can't you?" the fat man said, laughing loudly, finding the guess ridiculous.

Volcanic eruptions are natural disasters; if human beings could control them, they would be gods!

The others laughed too.

Cao Ya remained calm and did not argue, as there was no need to.

While he can't say he can suppress all volcanic eruptions, he could handle at least half of them if he went all out.

During their conversation, Cao Ya suddenly stopped.

"What happened?" the people behind asked, becoming tense.

“We’re blocked,” Cao Ya replied, waving his hand to signal them to step back a bit.

The group retreated, shining their flashlights in the direction they were looking. They discovered that the crack in front of them had suddenly narrowed, with piles of rocks, leaving only a tiny gap through which they could go.

Cats and dogs can get through, but humans obviously can't.

That's why Cao Ya said it was blocked.

It looks like it was caused by a collapse of a crack; the gap inside is very small.

Having witnessed Cao Ya's feat of breaking a stone sculpture with a slap, everyone looked at him expectantly.

Is he about to display his superb martial arts skills again?

Without turning around, Cao Ya knew that the others had retreated to a safe position. He stretched his limbs, and a layer of golden light flashed, causing the people behind him to shout "Holy crap!"

Cao Ya pushed his palm out silently, and the pile of rocks shattered into dust, which piled up on both sides, leaving a narrow path for people to pass through in the middle.

"Let's go." Cao Ya once again took the lead and went ahead.

The remaining people looked at each other in bewilderment. "Damn it, are we seeing things? What was that just now, golden light? How can the human body emit golden light?"

Cao Ya has truly become an immortal through martial arts practice!

Swallowing hard, they saw Cao Ya walking away and quickly followed.

The deeper they went, the more shocked the group became. The passage that Cao Ya had created was simply too long. They had been walking for quite some time and still hadn't reached the end.

"This is what you call martial arts?" Pan Zi's eyes widened in shock. Cao Ya, that guy, is he a cultivator?

Cao Ya seemed to have heard Pan Zi's words, and a calm voice came from deep within: "Of course it's martial arts, but I've only achieved a little bit."

Everyone was speechless. You call this a slight achievement?

Have some shame!

This is a small achievement; we are no longer useless.

Showing off!

They really misunderstood Cao Ya.

In the world of "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles", Cao Ya's power is indeed invincible, but in the world of "The Supreme Being", the power of the seventh level of the Outer Realm is, frankly speaking, nothing special.

Before the Dharma Body, as many as come, they all die.

Not to mention that decades later the plot went completely off track, with Dharma bodies appearing everywhere, and a bunch of legends and powerful beings also emerging.

He even felt that saying he had achieved some success was an exaggeration; at best, he had only just begun to understand the basics, and had not even reached the highest level of expertise.

Only when one has attained the Dharma body can one be said to have entered the inner sanctum.