Mo Hua fell into the tomb pit.
It was as if he had plunged into a dark and suffocating ocean, surrounded by deeper darkness and the cold stench of corpses.
It was unclear how long he fell, but finally, his feet touched the ground.
A flash of watery light appeared underfoot, and using the Water Passing Step, Mo Hua reduced the force of his fall, then slowly stood up.
One by one, others jumped down, and after a while, everyone was there.
Mr. Hui and several black-robed Demon Cultivators gathered together again, led by the black-robed elder, and continued to move forward.
All around was pitch black; you couldn’t even see your fingers in front of you, the visibility was worse than above.
Mo Hua could only circulate Spiritual Power, covering his eyes to activate the "Night Vision Skill."
This was a basic cultivation spell that most cultivators knew, used for seeing in the dark.
But because circulating Spiritual Power caused fluctuations that could attract attention from others or Monster Beasts, experienced cultivators would not use the Night Vision Skill in dangerous situations unless absolutely necessary.
The problem was, in this tomb pit, there really was no visibility at all.
In a place like this, even the perception of Divine Sense couldn’t be fully trusted.
Therefore, not only Mo Hua, but everyone activated night vision.
A layer of faint Spiritual Power enveloped their eye sockets, allowing them to discern their surroundings, and thus they were able to follow the path and move forward slowly.
But the further they walked, the stranger Mo Hua felt.
The surroundings were even more desolate and deserted than the cemetery above.
Moreover, the ground was covered in rubble, the walls were rocky and damp, and there were no corridors; it was more like a barren mountain pit than a completed tomb.
After walking for a while, the black-robed elder suddenly said:
"Be careful."
Mo Hua sensed something as well and stopped, stealthily moving closer to the group.
In the darkness, there was the sound of wet footsteps.
This sound wasn’t coming from below but from above.
As if something was approaching them.
Everyone took out their Spiritual Artifacts and Magic Treasures, circulating Spiritual Power and Blood Qi, remaining alert in secret.
In just a moment, a fishy wind rose in the darkness, and a flash of cold light appeared.
This cold light descended from above, but before it could tear into anyone, the Bear Demon Cultivator grabbed it, twisted its limbs, tore its body apart, and threw it to the ground.
Blood of an unknown color slowly flowed out, seeping into the ground.
Mo Hua focused and realized that the ambusher was not a corpse revenant but a Monster Beast.
This Monster Beast was covered in scale armor, with sharp fangs and claws, resembling a Mountain-penetrating Demon. But its pointed head had facial features that looked human, which was somewhat creepy.
"What is this thing..."
"A monster body with a human face, what did it eat to develop like this?"
Everyone frowned.
Thankfully, although this Mountain-penetrating Demon was strange, it was only of Third Grade Primary Rank.
A Third Grade Primary Rank tomb Monster Beast would surely be a big problem for Mo Hua and very troublesome for Mr. Hui and the others.
But for the Late Golden Core Stage Demon Sect leader, the Bear Demon Cultivator, and the black-robed elder, it posed no threat.
Mo Hua secretly felt relieved.
This Solitary Mountain Tomb was fraught with danger; without a few of these major Demon Cultivators, he wouldn’t have made it this far.
"Let’s keep moving."
The black-robed elder said in a deep voice, then stepped forward.
Mr. Hui felt puzzled, and after walking for a while, he frowned and said in a low voice, "This doesn’t look like a tomb at all..."
Mr. Hui frowned, feeling something inexplicable.
After walking a while longer, they suddenly came to a vast, boundless pit.
Everyone felt a weight in their hearts as they slowly approached the edge of the mine, their eyes cast downwards.
In the pitch-dark night, the broad mine slowly revealed some vague images, becoming clearer through the Night Vision Skill.
Mr. Hui was momentarily stunned, and even the black-robed elder and other Demon Cultivators sharply inhaled, their pupils contracting.
The mine before them was abandoned; it had collapsed.
Not only was it boundless as far as the eye could see, but looking down, it was unfathomable and completely filled with corpses!
It was as though the bodies were piled into a sea.
Some had decayed, some had dried, some were buried in ore, and some seemed to have been gnawed by beasts at the mountain’s bottom, broken and ruined, scattered like rubbish.
Some seemed to have maintained their struggle for life before death.
These people, in tattered clothes, were almost exclusively Mining Cultivators. At a glance, their number was uncertain.
They were calling for help, filled with anger, in despair.
As tomb robbers, they undoubtedly had blood on their hands.
As Demon Cultivators, they had killed innumerable times.
Yet even so, seeing the scene before them, seeing so many corpses together, even the most ruthless Demon Cultivators present couldn’t help but be stunned.
This death was ordinary yet cruel.
"Is this... a mining disaster?" Mr. Hui said hoarsely, his voice trembling.
"Just how big of a disaster..." Stone was also incredulous.
Mo Hua’s pupils trembled, his face stern as water.
The Shen family’s records, including the Taoist Court’s documents, had no record of such a massive disaster.
Not a single bit.
Even within the Shen family’s internal Jade Slip, secretly given by Shen Xiuyan, there was no trace.
A disaster of this magnitude, the Shen family couldn’t possibly be ignorant.
They deliberately concealed it.
Mo Hua finally understood why so many orphans suddenly appeared in Solitary Mountain City centuries ago.
Because their parents and ancestors all died in this mine.
Their orphaned children were left unattended and naturally became orphans.