"I can't tell. I really can't tell!"
"Wang Dong, don't come any closer. If you take another step, don't blame me for attacking you."
"Liuli, don't come over. Really, don't come over!"
On an open stretch of ground, a magnificently dressed young man radiating a terrifying aura knelt on the ground, clutching his head as tears streamed down his face.
All around him, countless figures were slowly walking toward him.
These figures were men and women scattered in all directions, yet every one of them wore an incomparably eerie smile.
"Don't come over, don't come over. I really don't want to kill you. Don't come over, don't come over!"
The young man buried his head against the ground and wept without cease. As time passed, the figures surrounded him. In the end, the young man fell.
From beginning to end, he had never once thought of resisting.
That was the most terrifying thing about the eerie—it could transform into the memories you had once most desperately wanted to forget, yet least wanted to revisit.
Elsewhere, Ye Lin followed the so-called "Lu Changfeng" and the two "Qin Ziyan" into a massive cave.
The cave was enormous. At its very center grew a white tree, constantly releasing gray mist that drifted out through a small opening at the top of the cave.
All around stood towering pillars, each wreathed in roaring flames.
The cave was very quiet—so quiet that the crackling of the burning flames could be heard in the stillness.
"Ye Lin, this is the eerie Sacred Tree. As long as it is destroyed, this eerie stronghold will be destroyed."
"The gray mist here that conceals everything and blocks divine sense is all emitted by this Sacred Tree. Destroy it, and this eerie stronghold can be wiped out."
"Then you will