The boundless Dark Space held only this long corridor. Lu Yin stood on its floor; one step back, and he would merge into the endless darkness.
Lu Yin furrowed his brow and walked forward. At the entrance stood a stone slab, seamlessly joined to the corridor. Row upon row of names were engraved on it, most ending with the words "White Night." White Night was a surname, representing some kind of inheritance. Thinking of the powerful clan Xia Luo had mentioned, Lu Yin realized that the stone must be a relic of the so-called White Night Clan.
At the very top of the slab was a name: True Martial Night King.
The instant he saw it, Lu Yin's gaze seemed to pass through boundless space, where he saw a man standing in the starry sky, peerlessly domineering. But the vision lasted only a moment before Lu Yin came to his senses, his gaze filled with shock. Just a name had been enough to make him lose focus. True Martial—Night King. Night King. White Night. Who exactly was this man?
Suppressing his shock, Lu Yin turned his gaze toward the inside of the corridor. He lifted his foot and stepped forward again, entering it.
At the same time, deep in the universe, in the middle of an ancient continent, a towering stone monument rose beyond sight, as though piercing the firmament. Its terrifying might made the stars tremble.
Halfway up the monument, two glowing stones slowly revolved around it.
At its base stood several figures, perfectly still, their bodies covered in dust. At a glance, they could have been mistaken for statues.
The moment Lu Yin entered the corridor, an image of him appeared at the monument's base. It was so blurry that he was impossible to make out.
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