A Bizarre Scene

After leaving Clear Subtle Hall's Secret Realm, Wang Yuheng stood amid a lush green forest outside. He took a deep breath of the air, rich with the scent of grass and trees, and felt the suffocating pressure in his chest ease somewhat.

He glanced back at the Secret Realm entrance fading behind him, his gaze calm. Then he put away the Token, formed a hand seal with both hands, and sank downward, turning into an earthen-yellow flowing light that vanished into the ground.

With the Earth Escape Technique activated, he sped through the underground like a swimming fish, racing toward the Yu Kingdom.

Meanwhile, within a hidden valley, layer upon layer of formations had been set up all around it, completely sealing off the valley's aura.

Even a Sixth Turn expert passing outside would have difficulty noticing anything unusual within.

At the center of the valley, a young man in a long robe sat cross-legged atop a giant stone. Spiritual Qi gathered from every direction like trickling streams and was slowly drawn into his body.

Yet the young man's face was exceptionally bizarre—half of it was pale and youthful, with lingering traces of childishness between his brows.

The other half was covered in wrinkles, its skin slack like that of an old man whose lamp was running out of oil. Even his hair was half black and half gray, as though two utterly different souls shared the same shell.

He abruptly opened his eyes. The youthful eye was filled with venomous resentment and unwillingness, and his voice carried sharp, trembling hatred.

"Master... I died so miserably... Help me take revenge... Revenge..."

The other half of his face opened its eye as well. That aged eye held a trace of helplessness and reassurance, while its voice was low and hoarse.

"Rest