As a Golden Burial Envoy, having been buried underground for many years, Sanzang closed his eyes and quietly sensed the underground minerals, to which he is extremely sensitive.
Shen Ming took a few steps forward, almost falling off the edge of the cliff.
From afar, a loud roar echoed as a mountain-sized head exploded, red hair flying, but ultimately turning into blood mist and dissipating completely.
Nothing was left behind, the mountain and molten metal it had swallowed earlier fell to the ground.
"Something strange is happening," Sanzang said, unaffected by the head, keeping his eyes closed, a calm demeanor that surprised Huo Fudu, Nuolan, and others.
Being a Burial Master, he wasn't as sensitive to soil and rock, finding nothing significant.
He felt the place was peculiar, everything was isolated, as if the stones were veiled and difficult to truly decipher.
Sanzang knew ordinary exploration was futile, unable to see through these stones.
