Lu Qing led Qiu Ruofeng and the others closer to the black tomb.
The tomb lay deep within the black mountain range, seemingly within reach from a distance.
But as they continued onward, Lu Qing realized it was merely a visual illusion caused by the tomb's immense size.
Despite their speed, after flying for a full quarter-hour, the tomb remained distant, as if they could never reach it.
Lu Qing observed the tomb intently as he flew.
The tomb was entirely black, its material unknown, with countless ancient runes faintly visible on its surface, glowing with a dim light.
The runes were dense and layered, covering the entire outer wall of the tomb, exuding a strange and mysterious aura.
The tomb's shape was like a gigantic palace or a mausoleum.
Its top was sharp, its base broad, square and solemn, offering an extremely dignified and solemn impression.
Yet, within that dignity, there was an inexplicable strangeness.
