Kyrian understood then. He had found the tomb of some ancient cultivator. Someone who, for unknown reasons, had chosen to be buried there, in the solitude of the mountain, far from prying eyes.
Interested, Kyrian approached the coffin.
He examined it carefully, searching for traps. Many cultivator tombs were protected by deadly mechanisms, poisoned needles, offensive formations, and even imprisoned spirits that attacked intruders.
But that coffin seemed clean. There were no traces of Qi flowing around it, nor warning symbols carved into its surface. It was just a block of stone, silent and inert.
Kyrian thought he was lucky.
On his way back to the Blood Court, he had found this. Perhaps the tomb contained something useful, a forgotten treasure, an ancient scroll, or at least some spiritual stones that could aid him in his future journeys.
He placed his hands on the coffin lid and pushed it aside.
