Great Fog Rite, Three Thousand Six Hundred Years

Every word Xiao Yu spoke felt like a needle piercing my nerves.

At the beginning, I had only been an ordinary person who took this path because I wanted to survive!

I had never imagined that the burden I carried would be so heavy.

That I would bear such a fate and karma.

When I was young, I had dreamed of becoming a great hero, dreamed of changing the world.

But when all of this truly fell upon me,

I finally felt that invisible pressure. It made it hard for me to breathe, and even my hands began to tremble...

At that moment, Xiao Yu gently took my hand.

"Originally, I wanted to wait until you turned twenty-four.

After two cycles of fate had settled upon you and your true soul had gone into hiding,

I would lead you onto the path and slowly tell you all this.

But I never expected the seal's power to weaken.

Your ninth corpse had been corrupted ahead of time.

I had no choice but to keep my distance from you, so the Great Fiend would not notice you.

Yet unexpectedly, you were set upon this path early, and you have already attained such cultivation.

Now, you have entered the Nine Corpse Tower and seen the nine coffins and the Great Fiend.

You have seen the Sinkhole Ghost Cave.

I know it is time for you to learn these things. This is our destiny..."

Xiao Yu's voice was gentle, and her eyes were filled with concern for me.

She was truly afraid that I would be unable to accept it all at once and suffer an emotional breakdown.

I was indeed shocked and nervous, my emotions churning violently.

Sitting on the bench, I kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm my anxious, astonished heart.