Deep in the mountains, sunlight and moonlight could barely pierce the forest. Mist and dampness lingered year-round, and no matter when one entered, the place was always wet, clammy, and oppressive.
The colors of stars and frost appeared only on the treetops.
Beneath the dense, interwoven branches and leaves lay nothing but shifting darkness, dim and disorienting.
A monkey climbed nimbly among the treetops. In an instant, it leaped, pressing down a cluster of branches. As the shadows swayed, a strand of starlight happened to fall into the forest below.
It landed squarely on a solitary grave.
The next moment, five figures pushed aside the dirt and climbed out of the mound one after another, the earth rustling around them.
"Yu" and the four Tan Nu emerged from the grave and stood in the clearing. The human faces covering their bodies were rapidly disappearing.
The power of the Myriad Soul Curse was already fading quickly.
A moment later, master and servants had all returned to normal. But just then, their auras plunged! At the same time, blood began to flow across the tombstone beside them, staining line after line of blood-red Cloud Seal Script...
A deserted village, a dry well, crumbling walls.
At the entrance to the dilapidated village, beneath an old tree that had been dead for who knew how many years, stood a solitary grave.
The Crimson Powder Bride and "Qiu" pushed aside the repeatedly tamped-down earth and crawled out of the grave.
The rot and human faces covering their bodies were gradually fading.
Before her condition had even recovered, the Crimson Powder Bride immediately said, "I know how we lost at the First Gate!"
"Qiu" looked at the Crimson Powder Bride and asked, "How?"
"Pei Ling disguised himself as 'Zhou'!"
At this, "Qiu" furrowed his brow,