Han Yu looked down at his new body again. His skin was flawless, youthful, and full of vitality, but it was... foreign. It felt like it was his, but not quite. Sothing about it felt detached, like a borrowed vessel.
His soul had been transferred into it, but was this body truly his? Or was it simply a vessel created by the technique?
As Han Yu stood there, his hands trembling slightly, the sense of being caught between two worlds washed over him. He wasn’t fully alive in the way he once had been. He hadn’t fully grasped the extent of what the Undying Life Charm had done.
His heart pounded as he wondered what he should do next. He felt a faint sense of dread creeping in. The vault, the treasures, the markings on the floor — what did it all an?
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, the sa strange whisper that had spoken to him when the Undying Destiny Severance first activated. It was as if the technique itself was speaking to him, guiding him.
"You have been resurrected, but your journey has just begun. You are the key. You are the vessel. But be careful, Han Yu. The power you now possess is not without its dangers."
The voice faded, leaving Han Yu with more questions than answers. He glanced around the vault again. The feeling of unease deepened. How long had he been here? Had anyone else been aware of his resurrection? Was this a carefully orchestrated plan by soone within the sect?
And most importantly...
Was he truly safe here?
Han Yu took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew without a doubt — he couldn’t linger here.
This was the sect’s special vault, after all. Even if no one had imdiately noticed his presence, soone eventually would. Whether it was a patrol checking the arrays or an elder coming to retrieve an item, staying here would be like sitting atop a powder keg with a lit fuse.
And he was naked.
His cheeks flushed slightly despite the serious situation. "First things first," he muttered under his breath. "I need clothes."
He moved carefully between the rows of treasures, his bare feet silent against the cold stone. He scanned the nearby shelves, searching for anything remotely wearable. Most of the items were weapons, cultivation manuals, rare pills — nothing that could serve as decent clothing.
Finally, in a far corner of the vault, he found what looked like an area set aside for wearable spirit tools. Robes, armor, cloaks. His eyes lit up.
Han Yu rifled through the racks quickly but carefully, his fingers brushing against the shimring fabrics. Many of them exuded strange energies, and he dared not touch anything too flashy. He needed sothing practical, low-profile, sothing that wouldn’t imdiately draw suspicion if soone happened to see him later.
That’s when he spotted it — a set of dark robes woven from so unknown material that seed to drink in the surrounding light. A small plaque beside it read:
Shadow lding Robes: Enhances stealth in low light. Conceals Qi fluctuations.
’Perfect.’
Without hesitation, Han Yu slipped the robes over his body. The material was light, almost weightless, and clung to his fra as if it was made just for him. As soon as he pulled the hood over his head, he noticed the way the shadows around him thickened slightly, obscuring his figure even in the low illumination of the vault.
A small grin tugged at his lips. "This... might actually work."
For a mont, Han Yu’s gaze wandered across the other treasures around him. Weapons that shimred with deadly auras. Rings that pulsed with hidden power. Pills so rare that possessing even one could elevate a person’s status in the sect overnight.
The temptation gnawed at him fiercely.
He could take more. He could walk out of here with enough treasures to establish a dynasty.
But his instincts scread at him to stop.
Taking even the robes was a massive risk. The vault would undoubtedly have thods of tracking and inventorying its contents. Even if the Shadow lding Robes were relatively low-profile compared to, say, a Heaven-grade weapon, their absence might eventually be noticed. Taking more would be asking for disaster.
Gritting his teeth, Han Yu forced himself to turn away.
’One thing. Just one thing. That’s all I’ll risk.’
Moving with utmost caution, Han Yu found the massive door of the vault. It was an intricate piece of craftsmanship, engraved with countless runes and sigils. A protective array shimred faintly across its surface, humming with power.
There were no guards stationed outside — no need. The array itself was more secure than any dozen n could ever be.
Han Yu peered through a tiny slit in the door. Bright sunlight flooded the world outside, and he could see the lush inner gardens of the Twin Leaf Peak sect beyond.
’It’s still day...’
Trying to leave now would be suicide. Too many disciples and elders were moving about during the day. Even with the Shadow lding Robes, slipping past the sect’s defenses in broad daylight would be a monuntal challenge — one he wasn’t willing to gamble on.
He retreated deeper into the vault, finding a shadowed corner behind a large shelf stacked with ancient scrolls. There, he crouched low, pulling the robes tightly around himself, feeling the fabric rge him into the surrounding darkness.
Han Yu settled in to wait.
Minutes passed like hours. His mind raced with possibilities, with fears, but he forced himself to remain calm.
Eventually, the light outside the door began to dim.
Evening fell.
And then, the world outside grew darker still, until only the faint glimr of the moonlight touched the tops of the garden trees.
"Now."
Silently, like a wraith, Han Yu slipped from his hiding place.
He approached the vault door again, inspecting the arrays with sharp eyes. He had learned so basic knowledge of arrays during his servant days, not enough to figure out how to make them, but enough to recognize simple triggers. Li i had greatly contributed in this, as she would drop bits of information here and there.
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