The Immortal Tomb was not like the place Mu Rufeng imagined.
In his imagination, the Immortal Tomb should be filled with Yin energy, the land barren, and the sky perpetually overcast with clouds so dense that no sunlight could be seen.
In reality, however, the Immortal Tomb was an endless dense forest, sunlight streaming down, and many spiritual beasts leisurely chasing each other.
It could be described as a place with lush shade, birds chirping and flowers fragrant. Standing on a high vantage point, one could see it was a place of breathtaking beauty.
"Yu Zun, where is the Immortal Tomb?" Mu Rufeng asked Yu Zun while standing on a high ground.
He looked as far as he could see but couldn't see any trace of the Immortal Tomb.
As for Yu Zun, at this moment, he no longer resembled the earlier charming image of the Jade Flute Gentleman but appeared as a rather ordinary middle-aged man.
He had used disguise, clearly not wanting others to know he was entering the Immortal Tomb.
