Shugu Ancestor
A towering undead, half skeleton and half rotten flesh, groped through the darkness until it reached an altar.
This altar mirrored the one outside in layout. It was a Parent-Child Altar.
And this undead was one of the ancestors of the Shugu Tribe.
It lit the altar and, by the dim green ghostfire, fumbled its way to a familiar compass made of white bone, engraved with all manner of mysterious Beast Patterns.
A trace of nostalgia appeared on Shugu Ancestor's face.
Though it was covered in rotten flesh, making its expression impossible to see.
Then it activated the compass, fixing its own causality in place to prevent even a thread of life force from leaking out and drawing the Heavenly Dao's backlash.
It then closed its eyes. When it opened them again, it was already inside a White Bone Main Hall.
This was the Divine Thought Main Hall meticulously forged through the souls of generations of White Bone ancestors.
Its physical body had long since died and was temporarily sealed within a White Bone Death Coffin.
If it wished to do anything else, it could only exert influence through the Dream Realm, manipulating the present world through causality.
It had not wanted to do this in the first place. Its very existence was something that could not see the light, and it was unfit to make too many moves.
The more it did, the more mistakes it made. The less it did, the fewer mistakes it made. If it did nothing, it made no mistakes.
Worse still, it might disrupt the natural order of life and death, drawing some unknown "great terror."
But it had no choice.
The descendants' Blood Pact remained. Since a Great Chieftain among its descendants had died, a heart had been offered, and there