"Retreat!"
The old man shouted in a low voice, then quickly backed away.
If it had merely been the same name, the old man would not have reacted like this. Though identical names were rare, they were not unacceptable.
But aside from the name, the gravestone also recorded the time of the grave's owner's death—and that date was today.
The name was the same, and the death anniversary was today. No matter how one looked at it, this could not be called a coincidence. Added to that, the World Vital Energy in this space was cold and sinister. Something was likely about to happen.
The young Joint Aperture Realm cultivator did not ask further. He hurriedly followed the old man backward. Only after they had retreated several li without anything unusual happening did they both loosen up slightly.
"No, this isn't right. Haven't we been here before?" The old man suddenly narrowed his eyes and watched the surroundings vigilantly.
The young Joint Aperture Realm cultivator was also startled. Looking around, he indeed found it strangely familiar.
"Go!"
The old man shot into the sky. At this point, he could no longer care about the consumption of his vital energy. Leaving this place came first. The young Joint Aperture Realm cultivator hurriedly flew after him.
"Senior Zhao, your aura..." The young Joint Aperture Realm cultivator looked at the old man, his eyes widening slightly.
A deathly stillness spread over the old man. There was not only an aura, but also a smell. An unmistakable earthy stench drifted through the air.
It was not even drifting. It was as though someone had stuffed soil directly into their noses, and every breath carried a nauseating stench.
On the mountain path, a group of five walked cautiously, their gazes sweeping alertly over the