As he watched the other person step through the doorway, he glanced around. Everything had already fallen silent.
That was the last person. All the inheritors, whether from the World-Purifying Army, the mercenaries, or the Four Great Families, had already gone inside.
In the end, only he remained.
Zhou You thought for a moment, then lowered his head with a smile and stepped through.
The scenery changed instantly, as though everything had shattered in a single moment before reassembling.
When he looked again, he was already somewhere else.
To his surprise, it was not the courtyard of the Bedchamber.
Everything in sight was still pure white, but this was clearly indoors. The surroundings were clean and orderly, yet utterly devoid of any sign of life.
Zhou You looked around for a few seconds, then gave an amused laugh.
"You really are considerate, old man. You even made sure to give me supplies before the boss fight?"
He had seen this place before.
It was where, in his dream, the King had summoned his body and then brutally dismembered it.
But compared with the miniature version in the dream, this place was much larger. It seemed to be another research facility, though he had no idea what it had been researching.
Summoning Duanxie and holding Myriad Fathoms, Zhou You followed his hazy intuition deeper inside.
The lights were still dim, but there were no enemies in sight, only stale air and silence. As he advanced, however, something different gradually appeared amid the pure white: vast stretches of bloodstains, long since dried, yet still painfully glaring.
Zhou You suddenly stopped.
His blade slid from its sheath, but he did not strike.
Before his eyes, another hazy figure had appeared without his noticing.
...The King... no, a lingering trace of someone else?
Zhou