Late at night, Yitun was still utterly silent. A few wandering ghosts and wild spirits remained in the surrounding area, but there were far fewer than before. After all, Yitun had endured countless wars, and it was difficult for ghosts to remain here at all.
We stood in the graveyard, all of us looking rather solemn. Li Poxiao dug open Zhang Yidan's clothes-and-crown tomb, revealing clothes that had already become tattered and ragged. Memories from those days surged into me all at once, leaving me with a thousand conflicting emotions.
Looking back on the past, everything still seemed vivid before my eyes, yet nothing remained as it had been. I was no longer the man who fled at the sight of a ghost, while Zhang Yidan had become part of Li Poxiao. As for everyone else, some had long since died, while others had scattered to the four winds.
After opening the grave, Li Poxiao took out several swords and a few talismans. I couldn't tell what he intended to do, but I assumed he would be able to seal this body properly.
After reciting an incantation, Li Poxiao burned the talismans and dipped them into water, making talisman water that he drank. Then he drove seven swords, one after another, into his own body. Zhao Qian and I both sucked in a cold breath, but Li Poxiao did not even let out a grunt.
I glanced at those golden swords. They had all been made from phoenix goldstone. After they entered his body, the energy within him began to drain away without end, until his body was completely devoid of energy.
"All right. I've returned Zhang Yuanyi's body exactly as it was. After some time, the body should decay just like an ordinary person's. You can rest assured now,