The moment the elevator doors closed, the light from the white candle abruptly vanished,
Pure darkness swallowed Yi Chen in an instant. Even the faintest particles of light completely died here.
However, this was no problem for Yi Chen at all.
Darkness was far too familiar to him, even "comforting." When he was alive, he had spent several times longer locked in the dark room at the orphanage than freely moving about.
Moreover, the journey to the original tomb had already allowed Yi Chen to adapt to death. In particular, five days and five nights of climbing through the abyss had quieted him completely. He enjoyed this ancient darkness, searching for the concentration gradient of the death plague and advancing toward its densest point.
On Yi Chen's body, the Gentleman's Attire fused with Black Death Skin and shimmering with pitch-black ripples also drifted in this environment, as though breathing,
Filtering the oldest and most primitive death plague here into the silk threads.
Clack, clack~ The skulls beneath his feet gave off clear sensations of pressure and collision,
Even though he could see nothing, a grand panorama had already formed in his mind: a colossal giant cemetery built entirely from skulls, vast and expansive, seemingly without end.
Since the Old World came into existence, all the deceased creatures had offered up their skulls. At least ninety percent of them had done so.
As he walked, Yi Chen actually became immersed in this death. The "Death Spine" attached to his coccyx straightened completely in this environment,
Drip, drip~ The black fluid in his brain flowed out on its own, and layers of powdery white spread across his face, covering it completely.
Dead Person Makeup formed on its own,
Since he had not engaged in any combat, and the Gentleman's Attire had continuously