Yun Tian and the Netherworld Controller sat in meditation within the Secret Realm, where time seemed to lose all meaning. Hours or days passed like the flick of a finger to them. By the time Yun Tian set foot in Glory City again, Nie Li and his companions had already returned from the Desert Palace. Everything had followed its original course-the mysterious Desert Palace had collapsed with a thunderous crash, leaving only shattered ruins amid endless yellow sand.
In his previous life, after Ye Ziyun's tragic death, Nie Li had wandered the boundless desert alone, his heart cold as dead ashes. After countless days and nights, he had stumbled upon the almost perfectly preserved Desert Palace. With trembling hands, he had pushed open its heavy stone doors. Atop a raised platform inside, an ancient, weighty book had lain in silence.
Nie Li had looked closely, and his heart had suddenly raced-the Temporal Demon Spirit Book.
Back then, he had been far from invincible and had never even set foot in the Dragon Whisker Domain. He had merely been a destitute survivor who had escaped the destruction of Glory City.
The instant he had reached out to turn its pages, the Temporal Demon Spirit Book had erupted with dazzling light, becoming a streak of radiance that plunged straight into his body. At that very moment, Nie Li abruptly snapped out of his memories of his previous life.
He had never imagined that this seemingly ordinary ancient book had granted him the chance to live again.
Coming to his senses, Nie Li stared at the devastated ruins before him. His pupils contracted, disbelief written across his face.
"What happened? Where's the Desert Palace?!"
He brushed his hand over a broken stone pillar nearby. The shocking traces of weathering made it clear that