When his eyes flickered open again, Gabriel found himself standing somewhere else.
The surroundings looked ancient and damaged, but the aura alone made him recognize the location immediately. This was deeper inside the tomb.
The air itself felt suffocating enough to crush the lungs of ordinary players.
Several figures moved through the corridor ahead. Their robes carried the Tianlan symbol, marking them as Cultivators.
He silently observed them. Most already looked injured, and the tension on their faces revealed just how dangerous this place had been even back then.
One old man stood near the center of the group. His robes remained cleaner than the others despite the battle damage surrounding them, and several people unconsciously stayed half a step behind him as if respecting his status instinctively.
An alchemist.
Gabriel recognized him instantly.
It was the same man from the recording chamber, only younger.
The group continued deeper into the corridor.
