Jiang Zuo went inside and discovered a massive grotto. In the center of it was a shallow pool of Blood Water.
In the middle of the Blood Water sat a coffin, and beside it stood four guards that resembled stone statues.
These guards were not human. They had humanoid forms, but with turtle shells on their backs.
A little further ahead was an altar. On the altar rested a Spiritual Talisman, which was likely the Spiritual Position for the owner of the coffin.
"What a solemn burial," Jiang Zuo couldn't help but comment.
He had never seen anything like this on the Ancient Battlefield.
'A mausoleum on a battlefield? Who could possibly command this much respect?'
'Even the Spiritual Position of a figure like King Qin Wu was casually snatched away by Nangong Sui, so who is this person?'
'Someone with a higher status than King Qin Wu?'
'Or perhaps this person wasn't even a member of the Human Race?'
Just then, Swordsman Beitian finally struggled through the entrance.
