Remnants of the Giant Spirit

Early morning.

A figure suddenly appeared in the ruins of the Juling Society's Ancestral Land, which had been burned to the ground and reduced to ashes.

He was a man, rather tall and lean, dressed in a black long robe.

He had a narrow forehead, thin cheeks, and sharply defined features. As his eyes opened and closed, strands of indifference lingered within them, making him seem utterly heartless.

Even someone who was not familiar with this man could quickly tell upon approaching him that he was not easy to get close to.

The tall man stood there for quite some time before suddenly dropping to his knees with a bang. His knees smashed straight through the stone slabs beneath him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master."

"I came too late, I came too late!"

The man pressed his head to the ground and slammed it against the stone slabs before him again and again, smashing them to pieces amid clouds of dust and booming impacts.

In this desolate, deserted ruin, the man who looked so cold and exceptionally grim actually began to weep bitterly without a care for anyone watching, looking utterly heartbroken.

Only after a full quarter of an hour did the man finally manage to rein in his emotions. He climbed unsteadily to his feet, revealing a disheveled face streaked with mud and water.

He paid no attention to it. He merely raised a hand and wiped it away, then proceeded step by step into the depths of the Juling Society's ruins.

Without making any other move, the tall man merely pressed his toe against a certain spot on the ground, and a rumbling sound immediately rang out.

Before long, an underground passage was revealed.

There was no surprise on the man's face. He raised his foot and was