A Hundred Years of Vengeance Is Not Too Late

Returning Soul Mountain was entirely black. Its slopes were steep, its strange rocks jagged, as though hacked apart by blades and axes. From afar, it looked as if ghostly faces—some weeping, some laughing, some sorrowful—were plastered across the mountainside. Shadow Phoenix Trees grew in scattered disorder over the mountain. Unlike those at its foot, the trees here bore no leaves, only twisted, sharp, withered branches stretching outward like vicious ghosts. Pairs of dim blue "eyes" hung from the bare branches, enough to make one's scalp crawl.

The "lack of safety" in District Two manifested in every possible way. For example, people could be killed here. And within Returning Soul Mountain lurked vicious beasts—the Soul-Devouring Black Panthers. True to their name, they fed on souls as their staple and flesh and blood as side dishes. Fortunately, these black panthers could not leave Returning Soul Mountain. Otherwise, would the students living below the mountain not suffer terribly? Of course, their presence also kept the students from daring to explore Returning Soul Mountain.

After Yin Kuang vanished into Returning Soul Mountain, two heads furtively poked out from a distant "grave." Clearly, they had been secretly watching Yin Kuang all along.

"He's so fast!" the man on the right said bitterly. "He went into Returning Soul Mountain. What do we do now? I don't want to go to that damned place. Those Soul-Devouring Black Panthers are no joke." When he said "Soul-Devouring Black Panthers," his voice noticeably trembled. The man on the left muttered, "Who am I supposed to ask if not you? You don't want to go, like I do?" The man on the right said, "Then what do we tell Brother Long? You know what his temper is like." The man on the left snapped impatiently, "Tch! Didn't I tell you not