"Let's look around first. A living person can't just vanish into thin air."
Chen Luo cut off their argument. With a wave of his right hand, a streak of spiritual light merged into the stone stele, sealing it back underground.
Seeing this, the two demons said nothing further. They scattered and began searching the surrounding area. Chen Luo had also intended to leave, but before he could move, a thought suddenly surfaced in his mind. Immortal Emperor Changqing's brain awakened on its own, and the world before his eyes changed with it.
When he lowered his head again, Chen Luo discovered that the stone stele he had buried underground had somehow emerged once more. The writing on its surface had changed as well. The character "Qing" in the middle had faded away, becoming "Life."
"Longevity Land?"
His gaze followed the writing downward. This time, Chen Luo found a palm print on the stele's base. The moment he looked at it, a familiar voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"You've finally come."
The voice was ancient and weathered. The instant he heard it, an indescribable sorrow surged into his heart.
Chen Luo unconsciously walked over and pressed his palm against the handprint.
"I'm sorry."
Light flowed like water, instantly enveloping Chen Luo's body. A strange radiance spread from the palm print, and the surrounding scenery turned into flowing grayish white. The Black Wasteland and the broken weapons all disappeared. A dust-sealed memory emerged within his mind.
A ruined temple.
Outside the window, darkness was black as ink, without a single trace of light.
The wooden doors and windows were tightly shut, and the entire space reeked of dampness and mold. The floor was covered in dust, while the pillars supporting the roof beams were riddled with cracks, as though they would