He knew that these figures must be just like the fallen cultivator with broken legs who had already died; all originating from Kunlun.
Instantly, he developed a puzzled yearning towards Kunlun, uncertain of what kind of existence Kunlun truly was.
Cultivators from there were incredibly powerful.
Powerful to the point he felt no confidence to even consider fighting, for he knew he was far too weak before these cultivators.
At least, before these figures, it was absolutely the case.
Sensing that earth-shaking aura, his heart was restless for a long time.
Within each vortex's aura, once it emerged, from the giant tomb in the distance, came a chilling, bloodthirsty, indomitable presence.
Just as it appeared.
The aura emanating from the tomb suddenly paused.
It seemed there was some fear, panic, and terror.
But recalling the words spoken before the fallen cultivator with broken legs died, and the changes he brought to the giant tomb after his death.
