"This is the price of my clan's immortality! But ten thousand years have passed, and we have grown weary of it. For ten thousand years, my clan has only been able to remain in this tiny world, forbidden to leave. Every blade of grass and tree here, every flower and pebble—we know them so well they are carved into our bones." The Black-Robed Man spread his arms and tilted his head back, looking over the world around him. "Look behind you!"
Blackheart Elder did not turn around. Instead, he lowered his head slightly. He understood the Black-Robed Man's state of mind at this moment. Anyone forced to live in one small place for ten thousand years would be driven mad.
"The world behind you is so alive. Now look at me! Look at the world I dwell in! Other than gray, there is no other color!"
"This was the choice you made back then!" Blackheart Elder frowned as he looked at the Black-Robed Man opposite him.
"Yes! But now, we regret it!" The Black-Robed Man flung his wide sleeves, his tone filled with intense resentment.
"You obtained immortality! And now that you are tired of it, you want to break the agreement? Do you truly think such a wonderful thing exists in this world?" Blackheart Elder's brows knitted tightly. He sensed that the Black-Robed Man before him, and even the two he had encountered earlier, were somewhat abnormal.
Suddenly, Blackheart Elder seemed to think of something. "You!..." The fear in his eyes made Blackheart Elder's voice turn shrill and grating.
"Yes! You finally thought of it! Since this world cannot tolerate us, then we shall turn this world into the same gray, dreary land that imprisons my clan!" As soon as the Black-Robed Man finished speaking, black smoke began to