An Yiqing's sudden recovery of memory made An Zhifeng and the others extremely excited, even Yin Xilin's mood brightened a little.
After their initial excitement subsided, An Yiqing and the group resumed their journey toward the ancient tomb.
As everyone ventured deeper, the surrounding mist grew increasingly dense, the suffocating smell becoming unmistakable with each breath.
"What's that smell? It's like the smog in Xuandu City," Tan Yulin grumbled, covering his nose.
"This is a kind of miasma unique to Dawang Mountain. Breathing too much of it is harmful to the body, so try to take fewer breaths. The entrance to the ancient tomb is nearby," Yin Xilin said.
With that, Yin Xilin pointed toward a faint triangular shape emerging from the mist. "That's the marker for the ancient tomb's entrance. We're almost there."
As soon as everyone saw it, they picked up their pace and hurried forward.
It wasn't long before they reached the entrance to the ancient tomb.
