If Yi'er Were Willing?

Eight Regions, Second Territory, Western Mausoleum Realm.

"Whoooosh! Whoooosh! Whoooosh!"

The Yin Wind howled, accompanied by ghostly howls.

Looking up, the sky and earth were dim and lightless. Vast clusters of enormous burial mounds piled together like an endless mountain range, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The Western Mausoleum Realm happened to lie within it. If the entire Earth Domain was a graveyard, then the Western Mausoleum Realm was its largest tomb, an awe-inspiring sight.

"Shi Yi is in seclusion to make a breakthrough. By the time he emerges, he'll probably have attained the Dao and become immortal!"

"An immortal barely over two hundred years old—just saying it aloud is frightening. Yet he truly managed it."

"Actually, it's not just Shi Yi. Shi Hao's talent is terrifying as well. Rather than calling it a hundred years of confinement, it would be more accurate to say he's being allowed a hundred years of secluded cultivation. He should undergo tribulation and become immortal within the next few years."

"These two brothers are incredible. One takes charge within, the other without. The future is destined to belong to them. Us old-timers will probably be overtaken by them before long."

"You still underestimate those brothers. It won't merely be a matter of catching up. It isn't impossible that they'll surpass us entirely!"

"True enough. But ordinarily, geniuses are proud and incompatible as fire and water. Those two brothers should have found it extremely difficult to get along."

The Three Kings of the Western Mausoleum Realm were no longer in the miserable half-dead state they had once been in as the Crystal Skull, Golden Hand Bone, and Bloodstained Eyeball.

They had flesh, bones, tendons, and human forms. Through their flesh and bones, one could vaguely make out traces of what they had