The sudden voice made Yang Yan's eyes flicker subtly, his expression cautious as he slowly turned back.
But there was nothing but empty air before him.
No one was there, not even the slightest hint of presence.
"No one? Where did the voice come from?" he mused internally.
Then his thoughts shifted, recalling the scene he witnessed on the Divine Bridge during his recent breakthrough.
Those phantom figures!
Laughing and crying, it was likely them.
"Were those phantoms teasing me?"
It was quite possible!
However, he wasn't concerned, as he suspected those figures couldn't even penetrate his skin.
He slowly turned back around, ready to continue digging the tomb.
"I probably haven't reached the coffin yet!" Yang Yan thought to himself.
After all, it was the tomb of a Great Emperor. Burying it a little deeper was reasonable.
"Young man, this place is indeed a feng shui treasure hole, carefully chosen by me!
"If you truly wish to be buried here, I can make room for you.
