Martial Master

Qin Chen couldn't help but shake his head. No, it wasn't right. If someone was following them, it couldn't be that only the Skeleton Helmsman had seen it; he wouldn't have noticed.

It must be something else.

He said, “This place is very strange. Although there are many treasures present, that group of black-clothed people brought everyone here, most likely for another purpose. We should be cautious.”

“Should we tell them about the shadow?” asked the Skeleton Helmsman. Qin Chen shook his head, “Telling them would be useless. That shadow is difficult for me to even perceive; how could these people completely believe us just because we casually mentioned it? They might think we want to monopolize the treasures and concocted this story, which could lead to dissatisfaction instead.”

Qin Chen wielded his spiritual power, and he could vaguely detect the blurred shadow, but in his normal state, he couldn't sense its location. The Skeleton Helmsman was different; being from the Demon Tribe, his spiritual power was very keen in this Demon Continent and made him sensitive to these dark things. Among everyone, only the Skeleton Helmsman had noticed the blurred shadow lurking around them.

“Hmm, that makes sense,” the Skeleton Helmsman nodded and continued, “And then there's Shang Wuji, who is quite strange. He gives me a feeling that seems somewhat familiar, but I can't pinpoint why. You should be careful.”

“Oh? Even you find him strange and somewhat familiar?” Qin Chen glanced at Shang Wuji, deep in thought.

The passage ahead twisted and turned, and soon, everyone passed through the sprawling buildings and arrived in front of a grand and cold stone hall.

This stone hall was magnificent, engraved with numerous complex patterns, ancient and obscure, exuding a sense of age. The only unsettling aspect was the heavy chill in the air, which made one shiver upon approaching.

“This place has a heavy chill; it feels a bit creepy.”

“I have no idea what relic this is, but it’s ominous.”

“Could there be any dangers inside?”

Everyone was a bit on edge; the previous dangers had left them all somewhat shaken.

“Heh, what danger? Having a stone hall is good. Perhaps there are treasures inside,” Wei Xingguang said dismissively, holding back his anger as he slammed his palm against the stone hall's entrance.

“Open!”

Boom!

The entire stone hall's door trembled violently, emitting a creaking sound as it opened slightly, and some dust fell from both sides, landing on the ground.

“Come on, everyone, let’s work together to open the door,” Shang Wuji hurriedly said upon seeing this.

“Hmm?”

Qin Chen, however, looked at the ground with a slight frown, slightly lost in thought, drawing everyone's attention.

“Qin Shaoxia, what's wrong with you?” Shang Wuji asked curiously.

“Oh, nothing!”

Qin Chen came back to his senses, smiling, “This place feels very ominous; who knows how many years it’s been since anyone passed through here?”

“Kid, you’re not scared, are you? If you’re scared, you can leave; no one will stop you,” Wei Xingguang sneered disdainfully.

“Don’t say that; it really does feel a bit strange here. Even I feel a chill,” Yue Zhongkui said as he spoke up, his expression vigilant. “I think everyone should be more careful.”

The stone hall's entrance was filled with a heavy chill, like a gateway to the underworld, subtly radiating an extremely ominous aura. Even an eighth-stage Martial Emperor standing in front of the door would find it hard to suppress their fear and trepidation, let alone think about entering.

But this did not include Qin Chen and the others. Since they had come here, not to mention not seeing any dangers, even if there were real dangers, no one would retreat. Those who could come here were all the proud figures of the major factions; how could they fear danger?

Furthermore, martial artists defy the heavens; along the way, they encounter countless crises and dangers. How could such a mere chilling atmosphere make them afraid in the slightest?