Then ca "you wronged ..."
The Yin-Yang realm was about to open, but the timing was uncertain. Anyway, it would happen soon.
Duan Xiyang couldn’t leave yet.
He was so angry that he almost squeezed water out of the White Bone Shattering Dream Spear.
...
Fang Che dug around the cetery, following the walls enveloped in Nether Energy.
He harvested over four hundred stalks of Black and White Ginseng and about thirty True Soul Yin-Yang Roots again.
Thirteen Yin-Yang Ganoderma, he even unearthed four peculiar herbs resembling flying birds.
Yet a doubt lingered in his mind.
He kept searching for proof.
But within this cetery, he continued searching and waiting, yet no hint or clue ever materialized.
This made him feel rather strange.
"The mysterious tal fragnt in my sea of consciousness must be related to this Yin-Yang realm."
"Little Bear must have so connection with this Yin-Yang realm as well."
"Though it’s called a realm, it seems to be rely a cetery for placing coffins."
"I dug out that Baihu Treasure dicine, yet it returned on its own. The others were fine. Why? Could it be related to the Little White Tiger?"
"This cetery is vast; for now, I can only access graves of the guard level."
"Beyond this, deep within the cetery, infinite distances remain unknown. It’s unclear how many are buried there."
"Outside, there’s no one. Only so natives."
"What I previously witnessed—those collective grave-digging Demon Beasts—proves there are no humans here. Only the presence of Demon Beasts. It seems they fear damaging the cetery."
"Clearly, the Demon Beasts obey commands, suggesting they have been tad or bound by so soul imprisonnt."
"So this world is just a cetery. But letting people in for training over the years—why is that? There must be a reason."
"From this, I deduce the cetery’s owner is waiting and searching for soone!"
"And this search must be for soone tied to the cetery. Since entering the Yin-Yang realm, there was a slight ti differential for compared to others, but nothing else was different. Yet when entering the cetery, others couldn’t co in."
"It ans this cetery only allows in. In other words, the one awaited by the cetery is !"
"Maybe it’s not , but the tal fragnt within my sea of consciousness."
"If that’s so, the purpose can’t be so simple. Surely, it isn’t just to let in to collect Heavenly Treasures?"
Fang Che racked his brain but felt this speculation was incorrect.
"Waiting millions of years just for you to dig dirt and take out so treasure dicine"—such a purpose felt comical even to him.
But the ti was nearing.
Yet there was still no further hint.
"If no hint cos, I’m leaving, Great God!"
Fang Che was becoming anxious.
"They let in, let know it’s a cetery, let obtain Spiritual dicine. Made realize I differ from others... nothing else?"
Fang Che sensed the howling Nether Energy inside, feeling like the fog within him was even denser than the Nether Fog.
What do you really want from ?
He ticulously pondered all his experiences.
Coming here, acquiring Water Spirit Power. Then Little Bear showed up; then pursued by snakes and centipedes, then encountering the Baihu family, adopting the Little White Tiger; then continually fleeing, acquiring imnse Divine Sense power; now only he could enter this cetery...
Outside, watching others, no one seed to have captured any beast pets, right?
And I’ve never heard anyone ntion it—this fact still needs checking later on. Perhaps it happened before but only left at the actual opening of the Yin-Yang realm? It’s uncertain.
But what is certain: Water Spirit Power, Divine Sense power, the right to enter the cetery; these, others do not and cannot possess!
It was at this mont that the Nether Energy howled.
Countless whirlwinds swirled up from within the cetery.
The air filled with eerie wailing and divine howling sounds.
In the dim cetery, an indescribable eeriness pervaded.
The whirlwinds grew increasingly violent.
Slowly, in front of Fang Che, in the Void, a pitch-black shadow seed to erge.
Outside the cetery was already pitch black, inside darker than outside, but Fang Che could see this newly erged shadow.
Because of its deeper blackness.
The shadow stood before Fang Che in the Void, surrounded by swirling, roaring Nether Fog.
Fang Che felt a chilling sensation pulsing through his body, extre terror gripped him.
A growing, clearer heaviness, grief, and suffocation filled the imnse sky and earth.
Fang Che felt a sudden, piercing sadness; his emotions were directly infected, almost empathetic, eyes reddening.
This wasn’t his own sorrow, but the grief from a powerful being, enough to infect the entire mortal world!
Even those fighting outside the cetery, people like Feng Yun, suddenly felt overwheld with sadness.
Disciples from each Sect, mourning siblings who had died, were unbelievably grief-stricken, tears streaming down; so couldn’t even muster the strength to continue fighting.
They all stopped.
Yan Beihan felt an overwhelming sourness in his heart, inexplicably thinking of himself. In an instant, he envisioned his own future: Fang Che and Ye ng in harmony, while he remained alone until dying alone, facing the mirror at an old age, eyes filled with longing.
A mont of uncontainable bitterness, eyes reddened.
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