The five of them stepped through the secret realm's gate, leaving the glow of dusk and the distant commotion completely behind. What met their eyes was the darkness of the Forest of Bones. Not a single star shone in the sky, while dry branches blotted out the heavens, forming a cage that covered the earth.
Perhaps it was just Yan Qing's imagination, but he felt that the fallen leaves on the ground had grown thicker, the trees had become barer, and even the light from the two white-skinned ghost lamps at the manor entrance had dimmed somewhat. Yet after they crossed the threshold, the braziers inside burned so fiercely that they seemed capable of scorching a great hole in the night. The entire manor was bright enough to look as though it were on fire.
After passing through the empty Front Hall, they arrived at the Central Courtyard, which no one had set foot in for nearly a century. The ground was spotless, and the flowers, grass, and trees in the courtyard were still alive. Time seemed to have frozen at the moment Si Wuxie had arranged everything, without the slightest change.
"If I didn't have children, I'd want to learn from Si Wuxie too," Yaoshi Yuan suddenly sighed. "Choose a secret realm and arrange an inheritance. Just thinking about countless heroes and prodigies exhausting themselves for my inheritance over the next few centuries makes me feel that my life wouldn't have been wasted."
"You'd at least have to be a Foundation Establishment Herald to have that qualification," Beiyou said with a laugh. "A Third Rank Herald couldn't seal off a secret realm for nearly a century."
"What do other Demonic Messengers do with their legacies when they're dying?" Bunny Heroine asked curiously.
"Generally speaking, Demonic Messengers don't have the