Inside the Grave of the Dead, yin winds howled. Song Hong roared unwillingly, hammering madly at the barrier, but it did not budge in the slightest.
Demon Illusion Fairy leaned against the black Stone Gate, her expression vacant and dazed. A hollow feeling pierced into her body like a thorn.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the confusion in her heart, and slowly rose while bracing herself against the Stone Gate.
Looking at the tightly shut Stone Gate, Demon Illusion Fairy's expression was grave.
That old man had said before that if Jiang Ping An did not return, he would not open the door. Now that Jiang Ping An was dead, if the old man learned of it, he definitely would not open the door.
She planned to split off an Avatar and transform it into Jiang Ping An's appearance, hoping to deceive the old man.
Just as Demon Illusion Fairy was about to knock on the door, the heavy black Stone Gate creaked and slowly opened.
Demon Illusion Fairy froze.
What was going on? Why had the Stone Gate opened on its own?
As the gate opened, Demon Illusion Fairy saw a familiar figure through the gap.
He had white hair and a cold, handsome face, yet his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life.
If not Jiang Ping An, then who else could it be?
Demon Illusion Fairy's eyes abruptly widened, and her voice cracked. "How are you still alive?! When did you get out?!"
She had clearly sensed Jiang Ping An's aura disappear, yet now she saw him again—and he had even appeared inside the palace!
"The one who died was one of my Avatars. Who would foolishly enter such a dangerous place directly without any guarantee? Wouldn't that be idiotic?"
The reason Jiang Ping An