Not long after, the aftershock of the "earthquake" subsided.
It seems… narrowly escaped another unknown impact.
Zhao Rong let out a long sigh, turned his head while panting, looked around at the sturdy tomb walls, nodded and muttered to himself:
"Hold on a while longer, give me a bit more time... At least it's the new imperial mausoleum of a Great Dynasty; it shouldn't be a shoddy construction, otherwise, my efforts to save you that day would be in vain..."
Having said this, he quickly pushed himself up against the wall and continued forward.
There were no torches lighting the tomb path, nor any ever-burning lamps Zhao Rong had heard of in tomb-raiding stories.
At the moment, there were only a few luminous pearls embedded in the hilt of Zhao Rong's sword, emitting a faint glow.
He was running in these dark tomb paths, relying on his map memory of the imperial mausoleum, gradually delving deeper towards a place in the heart of the mausoleum.
