"Crack!" "Boom!"

Amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, a black wooden pillar behind Ghost Face collapsed with a deafening roar.

Ghost Face: "..."

Shang Xiye: "..."

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?" Ghost Face looked at Xue Moqian with great sincerity.

No sooner had he finished speaking than another series of crackling and booming sounds erupted, and the entire outer hall collapsed one after another.

The rotten beams and moss-covered stone tiles smashed down on everyone's heads, instantly turning them into piles of mud.

Everyone: "..."

Ghost Face: "...Cough, well, it's all my fault for being born with an iron tail and steel claws. I'm so strong, I can't help it."

All the powerful demons couldn't help but grind their back teeth fiercely, and then glanced at Shang Xiye, the only one among them who had managed to erect a defensive barrier in time, blocking the mud and rubble, and who still looked clean and otherworldly:

Fine! For the sake of their future sugar daddy, they'll put up with it!

They'll tolerate it for now, considering this guy has the bloodline of a divine beast!

"Alright, let's go. Sigh, perhaps this is fate." Xue Moqian clenched the staff in his hand, forcing himself not to throw it. He glanced at the ghost mask out of the corner of his eye, cast a cleansing spell on himself, and walked hunched over the wreckage towards the inner hall.

The inner hall was darker than the outer hall and was just as dilapidated.

This time, not only Ghost Face, but everyone else dared not touch anything casually anymore.

If this inner hall collapses, they will have no choice but to revert to their original forms and dig a tunnel into the tomb.

Apart from Xue Bingling, everyone present is a powerful demon. It would be too shameful for them to revert to their original forms and dig a hole in the ground!

Xue Moqian walked to the inner hall gate, rhythmically tapping his staff on the ground while chanting incantations.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The snow-white jade at the tip of his staff began to glow, radiating a soft, holy light.

A crystal-clear, radiant white jade key emerged from the halo of light.

With a flick of his withered hand, Xue Moqian sent the white jade key flying toward the keyhole on the inner hall's door, where it transformed into a beam of light and disappeared completely inside.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust...

The sound of a machine turning came from a very far, empty place behind the door.

The door to the inner sanctuary slowly opened, shaking off clouds of dust.

A darker passageway, seemingly leading straight to the underworld, appeared behind the dusty door.

"Please forgive us, Your Majesty. We would not have dared to disturb Your Majesty's peace unless our entire clan was facing imminent peril. We have found a glimmer of hope, but we will turn back immediately." Xue Moqian held his staff, clasped his hands together, and muttered a few more words before signaling everyone to follow and go inside.

A step into the mortal world, a step into the immortal realm—this roughly describes the current situation of Shang Xiye and his group.

After they all entered the dark and gloomy passage, the scenery before their eyes suddenly changed and the world transformed.

This is a world of magnificent mountains and rivers, clear and beautiful waters, and ethereal clouds.

High in the sky, cranes soar; beneath the blue waters, white dragons meander; and among the towering mountains, various mythical beasts lurk.

The cranes' cries are peaceful, the dragons' roars echo through the heavens, and the animals' laughter fills the air; the whole world is filled with an atmosphere of tranquility and beauty.

“I’ve been here before…” Ghost Face subconsciously moved his front paws, causing a few small stones to roll down the cliff in front of him. After a long while, he heard a very faint “plop” and “plop” sound of water falling from below.

Everything looked real, but the sound of water hitting the water betrayed the apparent perfection.

The sound of water splashing is fake.

It's the kind of sound that comes from a confined environment, which doesn't fit with the vast world in front of you.