Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 87 White Bone Cave

At this moment, Feng Xiaolu took out the Spirit-Seeking and Pulse-Finding Compass, pretended to make a hand seal, and the pointer on the compass immediately trembled slightly, pointing to the west side of the tomb chamber.

"Professor Zhou, look," Feng Xiaolu pointed at the compass, speaking nonsense with a straight face, "this is the source of the disordered earth vein energy. To be on the safe side, we may need to conduct a more in-depth investigation in that direction to regulate the earth energy, so as not to affect the overall stability of the main tomb chamber."

Professor Zhou looked at the slightly trembling pointer. Although he didn't understand why, the reputation of Longhu Mountain and the "high-tech" compass in front of him made him believe it to a large extent.

"No problem, I'll have someone take a few over there right away. But the structure over there is a bit unstable, so please be careful."

"Don't worry, it's a perfect match for my major," Feng Xiaolu assured him, patting her chest.

Led by a staff member, the group arrived at the west wing.

This area is much narrower than the main burial chamber. In the very center lies a coffin, surrounded by caution tape. The burial objects inside had already been unearthed and moved outside by Professor Zhou and his team. There is a hole in the upper left corner, but it has been deliberately sealed off.

After dismissing the staff, Feng Xiaolu stood in front of the coffin, excitedly whispering, "This is it! The compass needle is locked onto this coffin!"

He Qingyun frowned as he observed his surroundings: "The yin energy here is indeed heavier than in the main tomb chamber, but it seems to be restrained by some kind of force and has not leaked out too much."

Mo Han nodded: "It's easy to overlook unless you're specifically trying to perceive it."

"Senior sister, is this where you escaped last time?" Chen Anran asked, looking at the sealed-off entrance.

"Yeah, right!" Feng Xiaolu said proudly, "Your senior sister is amazing, isn't she?"

"...Amazing, amazing!"

Zhao Mengmeng clutched Chen Anran's clothes, her gaze fixed on the coffin. Her eyes showed no fear, only excitement. "Are we... going down through the coffin?"

Before Chen Anran could speak, Feng Xiaolu was about to cross the cordon, saying, "Since we're already here, of course we should go down!"

"Wait a minute," He Qingyun stopped him. "Fellow Daoist Feng, this is an archaeological site after all. Although we have been granted permission to explore, it would be inappropriate to enter now. The things buried below are not something ordinary people can investigate. This concerns our cultivation world. Therefore, it would be safer to wait until nightfall, when the guards are less vigilant, before taking action."

Feng Xiaolu pouted, but knew He Qingyun was right, so she reluctantly withdrew her hand: "Okay, okay, then I'll come again tonight."

Chen Anran also agreed with He Qingyun's suggestion: "We can first set up some simple formations around us to isolate our aura and sound, so as not to attract attention by making too much noise."

With the plan settled, the group pretended to be carefully surveying the earth's veins, circling the outer perimeter and western area of ​​the ancient tomb several times. He Qingyun and Mo Han, relying on the orthodox lineage of Longhu Mountain, quietly laid down several concealment talismans.

When Professor Zhou came in from outside, he saw that they were "working" seriously and were occasionally taking out compasses and talismans to compare. He became even more convinced and even had someone bring them tea.

As darkness fell, the archaeological team members gradually finished their work, leaving only a few people to guard the perimeter.

As night falls, the mountains and fields are silent except for the chirping of insects.

Under the cover of night, Chen Anran and his group returned to the west wing room.

He Qingyun made hand seals and chanted an incantation. A faint, clear light swept across the area, and the concealment array he had set up earlier quietly activated, isolating the area from the outside world.

Feng Xiaolu couldn't wait to take out the Spirit-Seeking and Pulse-Finding Compass again. The compass needle trembled even more violently, pointing straight at the lonely coffin in the center of the side chamber.

"The entrance is right under this coffin!"

He Qingyun stepped forward and carefully examined the connection between the bottom of the coffin and the base. "There is something strange about this coffin. There is an echo from the gap below."

"Let me do it!" Feng Xiaolu rolled up her sleeves and was about to step forward to push the coffin lid open.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, wait!" He Qingyun quickly stopped her. "The structure here is unstable. Moving the coffin rashly might cause unforeseen problems. Since the compass is pointing downwards, perhaps the mechanism isn't in the coffin lid, but in the coffin bed or base."

Mo Han crouched down, brushing the dust from the bottom edge of the coffin with his fingertips, revealing the slightly loose blue bricks underneath. "Senior brother, look here."

He Qingyun and Chen Anran exchanged a glance, then simultaneously placed their hands on either side of the coffin. He Qingyun gave a low shout: "Rise!"

The two exerted their strength simultaneously, and the heavy coffin was slowly moved about half a foot away. Then, Mo Han struck down with his palm, shattering the blue brick and revealing a dark hole underneath.

Below the cave entrance was not the vertical shaft they had expected, but a narrow, sloping earthen slope, barely wide enough for one person to pass through while bending over. The damp, earthy smell mixed with a faint spiritual energy invigorated the group.

"There's more to it than meets the eye!" Feng Xiaolu's eyes lit up, and she peeked inside, only to be pulled back by Chen Anran.

"I'll lead the way."

As he spoke, Chen Anran summoned his guardian spirit. The white shadow of the guardian spirit silently slipped into the cave, disappearing into the deep darkness like a wisp of smoke.

Without saying a word, Chen Anran lowered his body and followed closely behind, sliding into the narrow, sloping earthen cave.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaolu immediately followed. He Qingyun and Mo Han exchanged a glance, and Mo Han whispered, "I'll cover the rear." He Qingyun nodded, then stood in front of the somewhat nervous Zhao Mengmeng, and the three of them sneaked in one by one.

The slide was very long. After descending for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the view suddenly opened up, and the end of the passage connected to a huge underground space.

Chen Anran stepped out of the passage first, followed closely by Feng Xiaolu. He Qingyun, Mo Han, and Zhao Mengmeng also arrived at the bottom soon after.

As soon as Feng Xiaolu arrived underground, she pulled out a flashlight. The bright light dispelled the darkness underground, completely exposing this hidden underground space to everyone.

The sight before them made everyone gasp in shock.

This is an extremely vast underground cavern, with a high-hanging dome and jagged rocks. Above ground, as far as the eye can see, are countless, piled-up, withered bones!

These skeletons come in various shapes and sizes, some humanoid, others of strange and unrecognizable races. They overlap and cover the entire cave floor, stretching to the horizon.

"This is..." Chen Anran exclaimed in astonishment, "If you say it's the tomb of some ancient cultivator, it looks more like an ancient battlefield to me."

He Qingyun's expression was solemn. He squatted down and carefully examined a humanoid skeleton near them, saying in a deep voice, "These skeletons are extremely ancient. Moreover... look at the marks on these bones."

Following his gaze, Chen Anran saw that many bones had cracks and breaks left by sharp weapons or the bites of some wild beasts. Some skeletons even had unnatural twisted postures, as if they had experienced an extremely painful struggle before death.

"Is it a battlefield? Or... a place of sacrifice?" Mo Han guessed softly, his tone tinged with surprise.

The pointer on the Spirit-Seeking and Pulse-Finding Disc in Feng Xiaolu's hand spun wildly, eventually trembling as it pointed towards the depths of the cave.

"The source of the spiritual energy fluctuations is still inside."