The Great Way Is Simple, Return to One's True Nature

After the message was sent, the other end of the communicator fell silent for a moment. In the end, all that came back was a string of meaningful ellipses:

"..."

Then there was no further response.

Xu Tiandi stared at those ellipses, his gaze sharp as a blade. He knew the order had been issued. All that remained was to wait for the results.

He believed that Ghost Emperor and the forces under his command that moved through the shadows were capable of completing this seemingly impossible mission.

At this moment, beneath an abandoned industrial city on the East Continent, inside a Green Skull Organization branch base disguised as a warehouse.

The stench of blood was so thick it was almost tangible, filling the dim space and making one want to vomit. The floor had long been soaked through with viscous blood. Dozens of corpses lay sprawled in every direction, each having died differently, yet every one of them wore an expression of absolute terror and agony, as though they had witnessed the most horrifying sight in the world in their final moments.

This place had already become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

At the center of this Asura Field stood a figure in utter stillness.

He wore an unusually oversized black robe. The black seemed capable of swallowing all light, blurring his outline from head to toe and melting him into the shadows, leaving behind only a dim, indistinct human shape.

A pure white mask covered his face. Its material resembled cheap bone china, clamped tightly over his features without the slightest gap.

That motionless mask seemed almost alive, exuding an eerie aura condensed from all the resentment, mockery, and coldness in the world. Merely looking at it made one's marrow run cold.

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