Luo Bin retraced his steps.
He could rewind his movements, planting his feet precisely where he had stepped before, matching every stride.
Even without light, he returned to his original position with perfect accuracy.
He crouched down and reached out to pick up the Moon-Shaped Stone.
Its icy touch met his palm, and Luo Bin let out another faint breath.
The feeling that someone stood before him still had not faded.
"I don't know what to do." His voice was hoarse, his tone conflicted, and a vague frustration troubled his heart.
He truly had no idea what to make of the arrangements here.
"Find... me..."
"Seal... the gate... with talismans..."
The broken words sounded right in front of him.
"Find..."
"Seal... the gate..."
"Me..."
Luo Bin shivered.
His hand clenched tightly around the Moon-Shaped Stone.
Find him?
Did that mean finding a fragment of his remnant soul?
In other words, me?
Seal the Gate with Talismans-did that mean carving his body into a flesh-and-blood talisman design and affixing it to that cracked door?
Had Yuan Tianshu failed to do that back then because the Tomb Guardian was missing a fragment of his soul?
Everything suddenly became clear to Luo Bin.
All the information pointed to one conclusion: Yuan Tianshu intended to make him undergo emergence from darkness and give his soul to the Tomb Guardian, restoring a trace of the guardian's awareness.
When that happened, Yuan Tianshu would not let the Tomb Guardian discover anything wrong with him.
Even if the guardian did discover it, his duty would probably prevent him from doing anything else. He would simply let Yuan Tianshu seal the gate with talismans.
"Seal the gate... my soul..."
"Talismans... find..."
The Tomb Guardian had only instinct, not awareness. He was far too mechanical, and even his words