Watching someone write a funeral couplet for you with your own eyes felt, to some extent, absurd.
Looking at the funeral couplet before him and the remnants of the offerings, Zhang Tie knew that by now, in the hearts of all the knights who had entered the temple ruins with him, he was already dead. There was nothing strange about that, because this was exactly what he had tried so hard to make them believe in the first place. If they had known he was still alive and each tried every possible way to rescue him, how could he have peacefully completed this incredible advancement in the Temple Pyramid and reaped so many benefits?
Judging from the remains of the offerings, they had only been placed here within the past two months. By the timing, it should have been the second anniversary of his entry into the temple ruins—and also the second anniversary of his "death."
Who knew who had come to pay respects to him?
Several faces flashed through Zhang Tie's mind. In the end, he shook his head with a smile, moved, and flew toward the familiar cave entrance in the distance.
The underground cave was dim and lightless. With a stir of Zhang Tie's spiritual energy, the entire world before his eyes seemed to refresh itself. The dark, lightless cave became as bright as day in his eyes. This was the effect of Dark Vision. And at this moment, Zhang Tie's Dark Vision was far, far stronger than before. Not only could he see everything clearly, his sight could now reach extraordinarily far.
Because Zhang Tie had experience transforming into a Thunder Falcon, he knew very well what the vision of the sharpest-eyed birds was like. To be fair, under the enhancement and influence of the massive