The candlelight flickered in the eerie wind.

Old Master Si held a magic artifact in his hand, muttering incantations like a spiritual medium, as black mist churned and spread in all directions.

In front of him, gray fog converged, faintly reflecting the silhouettes of a group of people fleeing within the corridor.

"Thank goodness for the ancient books left to us by the Think Tank."

He laughed grimly, saying, "With this, these people won't be able to stir up any trouble."

Si Wei'an's eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty. Although the Think Tank had ordered not to harm the girl, he didn't care much for commands—when the time comes, whoever holds the treasure and the power will dictate the rules.

"As expected, the Think Tank's plans are flawless. Never underestimate the Ether Association's President. The followers of Order must have discovered this place long ago, or else traces of the Heavenly Person Realm wouldn't be here. However, even they haven't been able to retrieve Xu Fu."

Xia Yu remained elegant, her loosely tied long hair flowing as she gently twirled it, her white dress fluttering lightly. "Still, I can't help wondering about the nature of the Heavenly Person Realm here. Could it have been left as trials for subsequent strategists?"

The barrier left behind by the Heavenly Person Realm serves to prevent the evolvers of the Dark World from entering.

It seems quite logical.

"We've reached the deepest point, but we have yet to see Xu Fu."

Old Master Si snorted coldly, "And those two Divine Servants—they managed to slip away as well."

"No matter, I can chase them down."

Si Wei'an licked his lips, his gaze chilly and sinister.

Xia Yu, however, commented meaningfully, "The Think Tank already warned against unnecessary action. Compared to the ultimate mysteries of evolution, everything else is trivial. You might as well look at the murals and understand the weight those murals reveal!"

On the golden root of the Golden Tree within the main hall, black runes shimmered with astonishing, divine brilliance.

They were about to encompass the entire Golden Tree Root.

No one knew what would happen then.

On either side of the main hall, blood-soaked murals adorned the walls of bronze.

The first mural depicted the history of the Qilin Clan.

Under the Golden Tree that blotted out the sky, an immense god overlooked its people as they knelt in agony beneath it. Their faces were grafted with two different human visages, seemingly howling in frantic despair, ultimately pierced and sealed with an iron sword within coffins.

They were buried beneath the tree, becoming its nourishment.

The immense god fed its own bones and blood to sustain the Golden Divine Tree.

The second mural illustrated the history of the Candle Dragon Clan!

An immense god fell, entombed at the end of time, its spirituality surging from the Sky Dome, saturating the desolate Ancient God Realm, eventually nourishing soil to cultivate the Golden Tree's growth.

Faintly visible was a Black Dragon that blotted out the sky, releasing its spirituality in an attempt to nourish the Ancient God Realm as well.

Its bones and blood also served as sacrifices, devoured by the Golden Tree.

"I cannot decipher these murals."

Old Master Si's gaze turned dark as he spoke softly.

"Of course you can't, because they pertain to Supreme-level secrets."

Xia Yu smiled faintly and said in a soft voice, "When the runes maturing on the Divine Tree reach fruition, you simply need to insert the item the Think Tank gave you into the root of the Divine Tree. Then, the young mistress will naturally comprehend the structure of this power."

At that moment, Si Wei'an seemed to sense something and swiftly turned around!

Boom!

The bronze wall suddenly shattered under a single punch!

Accompanied by the scattering haze, a man surged forth like a streak of black lightning. His left eye burned a stern gold, while his right eye gleamed a grotesque crimson. His pitch-black trench coat billowed in the wind, rippling like flowing water.

The blade's cry echoed sharply, akin to a dragon's roar, resounding throughout the hall!

"Gu Jianlin?"

Old Master Si's body stiffened in stark terror upon seeing the man. "No! You're..."

Crack!

His head flew high into the air as a frigid gleam vanished in mere moments. The blade's mournful resonance reverberated endlessly.

An instant kill!

With the ground quaking violently, an iron coffin burst forth from beneath the surface.

The Sorrowful Corpse Cycle.

The Si Family's unique secret technique, granting each individual three opportunities for life.

How powerful!

Si Wei'an's eyes nearly burst with shock. This man, clearly only at Fourth Rank level, exhibited strength inexplicably overwhelming!

The man spun mid-air, his jet-black bangs swaying, a gaze fixed upon Si Wei'an resembling one aimed at a corpse.

He snapped his fingers!

Boom!

Si Wei'an had no chance to dodge. A surge of pitch-black lightning descended from above, exploding into blinding chaos, engulfing him entirely!

"Old Master! Quickly, retrieve that item!"

Xia Yu, aghast, discarded all semblance of grace as her gorgeous pupils widened in fright. A radiant Golden Core emerged above her head.

Crucial moments arrived. The man pointed casually, unleashing streams of jet-black light!

With an earth-shattering explosion, Xia Yu was blasted forcefully against the wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, and her pristine, white dress scorched until revealing large swathes of snowy skin. Her long hair scattered uncontrollably.

Even with Golden Core defenses, the explosive shockwave gravely wounded her.

The iron coffin had barely opened when the man pivoted to glance at it, gripping his tachi unperturbed.

The blade's edge faintly shimmered with lightning energy.

With a streak of intense lightning that flickered briefly yet strikingly, the iron coffin was split in two!

Crack.

Old Master Si, upon regenerating from his revival, lost his second life instantly, the terror on his aged face frozen in a grimace.

A thread of blood trailed from his forehead down to the bottom of his body as blood sprayed forth like a cascading waterfall.

If this scene were recorded, it would undoubtedly be the epitome of a nightmarish tale—the enigma of how the youth before them suddenly grew into an adult and became so unfathomably powerful defied understanding. Call him the combined incarnation of Qing and Chi in their youth, and they'd believe it.

Utterly surreal.

In the dying perception of Old Master Si, this man's essence bordered on absurdity.

A Ghost Slayer one moment.

A Divine the next.

Flexible employment, is it!

Fortunately, in the instant he was slain for the second time, he managed to reach into his pocket and retrieve that item.

It was the hilt of a broken blade.

The shining blade reflected the face of a person into view.

"Young Mistress, please spare us!"

Another iron coffin emerged from the earth, and an aged voice echoed from within.

Only the Young Mistress could quell this man before them.

Because the Young Mistress was Dusk's secret weapon.

Invincible in battle!

The man clutched his forehead, his existence teetering on the brink of dissolution. Yet, upon seeing that face, a trace of a dreamy expression flickered across his features as he softly murmured, "So it's you. Been a long time."

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