Silence.
Darkness.
Murky.
Viscous.
After entering the graveyard, these were the things that welcomed Fang Li.
It felt as though his entire body had been submerged in some unpleasant bodily fluid. Something like poisonous gas seemed to permeate the surroundings, making him feel utterly sick.
Yet the view before him... was not completely invisible.
As the power of the True Ancestor within his body began to stir, Fang Li gained night vision and clearly saw the scene within the darkness.
Just as its name implied, this was a graveyard.
More precisely, it was something like a passageway through a tomb.
Candleholders lined the surrounding walls.
The ground beneath his feet was covered in cracks and moss.
The only sounds he could hear were his own breathing and heartbeat. There was nothing else.
The bone-chilling air seemed to constantly steal away his body heat, drifting slowly together with that poison-gas-like substance.
"What an unpleasant place..."
Fang Li rubbed his brow and spoke with a hint of sarcasm.
"That impression is only natural. This is a graveyard, after all. There is no reason for anyone to find it pleasant."
Leaving those words behind, Fang Li raised his foot again and walked forward.
At that very instant, something strange occurred.
"Pop...!"
With a faint bursting sound, a pair of candles on the surrounding walls suddenly lit up, as if cold flames had ignited, giving off a phosphorescent glow.
"Pop...!"
"Pop...!"
Amid one bursting sound after another, candleholders along the walls were lit in succession.
The tomb suddenly brightened, radiating light.
Garfiel had mentioned this phenomenon earlier.
"Proof that the graveyard has acknowledged me...?"
In other words, Fang Li had gained the right to participate in the trial.
At that very moment, this had been acknowledged.
Why had this happened?
That was the first