Immortality Mountain, inside the dungeon.
Ghost-Headed Saber sat on the straw mat in his cell, his expression vacant and his eyes lifeless, like a walking corpse.
The damp, gloomy atmosphere around him seemed to press endlessly against his body and emotions like a tide, leaving him utterly stifled.
He was Guan Feng, and he was also the Planner. Before today, everything had gone smoothly, but now a single move had cost him the entire game.
If this Secret Realm expedition had taken place anywhere else, Ghost-Headed Saber would never have chosen to enter. He had been plotting from the shadows in the Southern Border, a highly advantageous position. There had been no need at all to risk himself and increase the danger of exposing his identity.
Yet the Heavenly Dao had chosen to manifest an explorable Secret Realm on Immortality Mountain, leaving Ghost-Headed Saber no choice. He had to come, because his father had left behind a Supreme Treasure and a legacy here that could bring about the White Python Clan's resurgence.
Ghost-Headed Saber had searched for what his father had left behind for a long time. He had even secretly gathered trusted followers and established a camp on Immortality Mountain, but years had passed without any results. Now that this place had been manifested as a Secret Realm, it seemed the secrets of what had happened back then were also about to surface.
What a bitter, hateful shame. One careless move, and he had been kicked out of the game.
Discarded...
The Heavenly Dao's rules had made it very clear: barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would spend the remainder of the expedition in prison and lose all eligibility to compete.
Whenever he thought of his opponents possibly obtaining the Supreme Treasure and legacy his father had left behind, Ghost-Headed