"I wonder where the Confucian treasure is?"

Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.

Historians will not lie, but the legend still cannot be confirmed. Yang Ji can only sense it through literary energy. But I don't know if it is because it is too dark, evil, and deathly, so Yang Ji can't feel Wanfen at all.

There is a tiny bit of awe-inspiring aura in the mountains.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the boat shook, and Yang Ji could clearly feel the resistance from the soil in front of him increasing. It was as if he was entering a medium with a completely different density from one medium.

"We should have truly entered Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge..."

Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart, an invisible sense of pressure and crisis rose in his heart. Yang Ji held back his breath and carefully escaped towards the center.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Di Xingzhou seemed to have hit something. Yang Ji's heart skipped a beat. When he looked up, he saw a pair of withered bones covered in black stains. A head that was about to disintegrate hung down and looked at Yang Ji. Two lifeless bodies looked at Yang Ji.

The gloomy eyes slowly flew away from Yang Ji's field of vision.

Where there is the first body, there is the second body, the third body, the fourth body...

Thousands of endless skeletons, exuding a strong aura of death, came one after another from the front...

"Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge!"

Yang Ji's heart trembled slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Until this moment, he truly confirmed that he had really entered Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, a place of war in countless eras! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!