章 118: 3) The Hidden realm.

The entrance to Immortal Tomb stood as a monolithic testament to ancient power... The entrance was obscured by the shadows of towering cliffs and the whispers of ghosts creating that horror cinematic feeling.

Bai Lung, Xiao Ling'r, Xiao Long, and a few more disciples of the Heaven Fall sect stood before it, their figures stark against the eerie glow of the eclipse night.

The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of ancient dust.

"Senior Brothers and sisters, are you ready?" Xiao Long asked, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a flicker of unease.

As the Sect master's son, he bore the weight of expectations, yet the ominous aura of the tomb seemed to unsettle even his resolute heart.

He was the only son of Sect Master, and he was a talented individual when it came to cultivation.

Bai Lung's eyes glinted with an inscrutable light as he surveyed the tomb's entrance.