Back then, when he had stumbled into Purple Mountain, he had seen her sealed within divine source. He had thought she belonged to the Primordial Race, but now it seemed she was the Jade Pool Saintess who had entered Purple Mountain in search of the Source Heavenly Master.
"Help me bring her back to life!" Zhang Lin's voice was hoarse, filled with hope.
Yang Yi had been Zhang Lin's beloved confidante. When she heard of the many ominous things that had befallen him in his final years, her heart burned with anxiety. Disregarding her own safety, she had resolutely entered Purple Mountain, vanishing without a trace and never appearing before the world again.
"I wronged her far too much back then. Even after death, I couldn't let her live in peace. Instead, I left her trapped here."
"Earlier, when my mind was muddled, I sensed a special fragrance on you. It had to be a medicine king or an even greater divine medicine. That was why I ordered the Ghost Corpses to surround and attack you."
Zhang Lin's voice trembled slightly, and his pitch-black hands shook uncontrollably.
The Source Block before him gave off a sacred aura, its radiance restrained rather than dazzling. This block had not formed from divine source liquid. Instead, Zhang Lin had cracked open a Source Stone and sealed Yang Yi inside.
Using the Six Immortal-Banning Seals, Zhang Lin had mixed in powder from other divine source and packed it into the cracks, ultimately sealing Yang Yi away for ten thousand years.
Yang Yi had willingly entered Purple Mountain to die for her love for Zhang Lin.
Although Zhang Lin had become a half-demon, half-human red-haired monster and lost his former reason, deep within him, the instinct to save Yang Yi remained.
The sight truly left