Everyone had secrets of their own, known only to themselves.
If the Yin-Spirit World was a thousand-layer cake, then Gu Guizong had remained on the first layer all along. The cultivators who came seeking magical treasures were on the second, Zhao Yuemian was on the third, and White Bone Daoist, who had been plotting against her from beginning to end, was on the fourth. The Abyssal Will, which had long since taken control of White Bone Daoist, was on the fifth. Sima Qianli, then, was on the sixth.
Sima Qianli was the source of absolutely everything. His cleverness had merely outsmarted itself, leaving him dead in the Yin-Spirit World. Yet his luck was extraordinary, and he had lived a second life as a zombie.
In fact, he had played no small part in allowing the Abyssal Will to corrupt Gu Guizong. His original goal had been the same as everyone else's: to obtain the Artisan God's Vault.
After all, as the fourth visitor to the Artisan God's Vault, he had been deeply shaken by Gu Guizong's collection. He had wished desperately that every treasure inside belonged to him.
But in his normal state, Gu Guizong had practically no weaknesses. Countless magical treasures granted him almost flawless power. He was a mighty fighter with no shortcomings.
Only by making Gu Guizong mentally unstable could anyone gain a chance to seize the Artisan God's Vault. And only an existence beyond the ordinary scale, such as the Abyssal Will, could corrupt him.
Unfortunately, Sima Qianli had failed to anticipate one thing: the Abyssal Will was another scheming bastard. After taking control of Gu Guizong, it had actually manipulated him into sealing off the Yin-Spirit World, intending to assimilate heaven and earth.
Worse still, Gu Guizong's strength was unparalleled. Even with his mind twisted,