Lu Tong's handwriting was wildly cursive, with a bold, vigorous beauty.
Every sentence came from the depths of his heart-he did not blame his sect for abandoning him under pressure. What disappointed him was the entire cultivation world.
The letter also said that if anyone in later generations found it, he hoped they would deliver it to the Fallen Star Pavilion.
Ning Que picked up the ancient letter, which had existed for at least a hundred years, and placed it in his system inventory.
To his surprise, the completion rate for his second Background Editing had already reached twenty percent.
"Did this unlock the main quest?"
Ning Que could not help feeling surprised.
He intended to deliver the letter to the Fallen Star Pavilion, believing that this would further flesh out the background.
"Brother Ning, do you feel like something about these ruins has changed?"
Yi Tao's voice sounded beside him as he looked around in surprise.
Though Ning Yuanzhou and Li Jieyang said nothing, the astonishment on their faces showed that Yi Tao was not imagining things.
It felt more relaxed.
When they first entered the ruins, an oppressive aura had seemed to weigh on everyone's hearts, until they finally entered the Coffin Room.
There, that oppressive aura had reached its peak.
But the moment Ning Que took the letter away, it vanished.
Everyone's heart felt lighter, as though they had emerged from a nightmare and could finally relax, body and soul.
"Something's happening in the Coffin Room, too."
Li Jieyang pointed.
Screams still filled the room, where the wraith formed from black soil slaughtered indiscriminately, while the cultivators could not leave.
As a result, the space they could move around in kept shrinking.
The casualties kept mounting.
They had arrived with more than a dozen people, but now