Primordial Wilderness.
Underground cavern.
Dense Cloud Seal Script appeared across the four walls. As it flickered in and out, powerful concealment, confinement, reinforcement, and isolation... layers upon layers of restrictions operated in unison.
The surviving Merfolk torches burned silently. Their fish tails, already beginning to shrivel, still shimmered with gorgeous scales.
On their hideous faces, nailed there alive, pairs of eyes filled with venomous hatred glared at the Human Race in the cavern, refusing to close even in death.
Above their heads, through a hole bored into the ceiling, pure white flames that could burn for a thousand years without going out shone quietly, illuminating the entire chamber.
"Chi Yao" sat cross-legged on the ground, his aura surging. His sleeves stirred despite the lack of wind as he focused all his strength on recovering.
Beside him, She likewise sat cross-legged in meditation. For a time, silence filled the chamber.
After a long while, "Chi Yao's" aura had fully recovered. His severed left leg, however, had not yet completely healed, though a long stretch of new flesh had grown over it. It seemed he would need more time to recover fully.
He opened his eyes and was about to take out an immortal medicine to restore his severed leg when a thought crossed his mind. Something felt wrong.
He had called that Fallen Immortal by his true name so many times just now, yet the other party hadn't responded at all?
After all, that Fallen Immortal was the catalyst for this immortal path. If anything happened to him, all the followers in the entire game of chess would sense it...
Of course, with his immortal office, he wouldn't die alongside the other party...
At this thought, "Chi Yao" spoke again. "Pei Ling..."
"Pei Ling..."
"Pei Ling..."
He had barely called three