Necropolis Immortal

but he was blind and worn down by the world, a far cry from the genteel and urbane man he had once been.

“Yip yip yip!” The fox had a lot of things to say, but she could only loudly mewl at the moment.

Previously, she’d been able to imitate human language through illusion.
After Mo Yi broke her illusions, though, she was neither able to project human form nor speak the human language.
Nevertheless, Mo Yi had done that to protect her.
Creating illusions would greatly hurt the little fox in her current state.

“Now I understand.” After listening with a cocked ear, Mo Yi could deduce a few things about recent history.

“I have seen you before,” Diexi suddenly said, scanning Wayfarer closely.
“You have been here for a very long time.”

She might not have had a soul when she was a zombie, but her body passively remembered everything.
During her years in the tomb for the living, she’d seen Wayfarer more than once.

“I don’t know that, either,” Wayfarer murmured.

Diexi declared with great certainty, “You were here a thousand years ago.
You were also here five thousand years ago.”

“What?” This took everyone aback, Situ Yun and Qin Xianhuo in particular.
They were certain the man in front of them was Wayfarer.
They’d both met the Art Saint in person before, and would never mistake his presence for someone else.

“You were here before my tomb appeared,” Diexi said without any trace of doubt.
“You have been here for tens of thousands of years!”

“Maybe… I’ve been here so long that I don’t even remember who I am.” Wayfarer intended to quirk his lips into a rueful smile, but his face was so stiff from disuse that he only managed to slightly lift the corners of his lips.

“That doesn’t make any sense! If you’ve been here forever, who is the Wayfarer we knew? He gave me the same feeling as you.” Qin Xianhuo approached Wayfarer.
“I once sought your guidance, and you gifted me with a painting that helped me become a formation master…”

“I don’t know how to draw.” Wayfarer shook his head.
“I can’t see.”

With a twist of his wrist, Qin Xianhuo manifested a scroll that was a traditional ink splash painting of natural landscapes.
The signature at the bottom read “From Wayfarer to Junior Brother Xianhuo.”

“What an exquisitely crafted painting.
It embodies the principles of formations and the heavenly dao.” Mo Yi’s eyes lit up when they settled on the painting.
“It is indeed the work of Wayfarer, the man before us.”

The presence lingering about the painting matched that of the young man.
Now everyone fell silent.
Nothing made a lick of sense, and there was no fathomable explanation for the situation.

“To be honest, there’s no use dwelling on the matter.” Wayfarer shook his head, disrupting their discussion.
“You’ll forget everything if you stay here.
Who I am doesn’t matter at all.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” Lu Yun suddenly asked.

“Get out of here?” Wayfarer shook his head after a pause.
“There’s no way out.
I’ve tried many different ways, but to no avail….”

Lu Yun shook his head slightly.
“Just because you can’t doesn’t mean we can’t.”

“I know you want to leave through the river above us, but there’s something keeping the abyss sealed.
As soon as you attempt to leave, it will drain your life essence and turn you into shriveled corpses, just like those things on the cliff.
There’s no escape,” he muttered.
“No escape….”

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