Chapter 465: You

Arriving at Fengdu Ancient City, the streets were numerous; though the city was littered and ruined, bearing the scars of great battle, it was still easy to see how prosperous it had once been—houses staggered in layers, streets crisscrossing in every direction.

Among them, one road was especially peculiar—not paved with ancient bricks or blue stone, but with golden stones, making it strikingly conspicuous.

Even blood could not dim the golden radiance of this road.

The reason this road drew his attention, beyond its golden hue and unusual nature, was another factor.

The moment he saw the road.

Kamikawa Mitsu felt a faint sense of familiarity.

"I've been here before."

A fleeting image flashed instantly through his mind.

A tall figure strode along this golden road, back turned to him.

Behind him lay the gate of Fengdu Ancient City, where cries of battle shook heaven and earth; yet the figure remained unmoved, as if walking through fields and countryside, calm and unhurried, steady and tranquil, with a hint of unprecedented resolve.

Nothing could stop him from walking this road.

Nothing at all!

Not even the Supreme, not even the One!

No one in this world could halt his advance—no matter what circumstance arose, no matter what situation unfolded, he would keep walking.

The image came swiftly and vanished just as fast, unfolding in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, it disappeared; Kamikawa Mitsu felt a sudden emptiness.

Had the lingering will of some mighty being remained here, and as he passed, the residual memories of that being's life had been unintentionally captured by his mind?

Or was this his own memory?

Kamikawa Mitsu felt an unmistakable familiarity, a deep closeness toward that figure.

He fell silent for a long while.

He walked down the golden road—whether it was his own memory or the lingering will-memory of some mighty being, both indicated that this road was extraordinary, and the place it pointed to must hold some secret.

Stepping upon the golden road, he advanced, the surroundings shifting like a revolving lantern, fading deeper into the heart of Fengdu Ancient City.

Then he saw an ancient altar.

The golden road led to an altar—small, only a few meters wide.

On the altar sat a pedestal, and beside it stood a stone archway shaped like a bridge, appearing ordinary, nothing special.

The stone archway was built from brick-like stones, ordinary in appearance, stacked one by one into a semicircular arch large enough for one person to pass through; there was no door—the archway allowed direct sight from the altar side to the other side.

Honestly, if this archway were built over a house, one wouldn't think it strange—it was just a door.

But placed atop an altar, it was deeply odd.

This was an open-air altar; not only was there no building nearby, the entire surroundings were empty—a vast square, with the altar at its center.

Why build an altar at the center of a square, then place on it an archway so plainly visible from all angles? What was this? An artistic decoration for the square?

In modern society, squares often display artistic sculptures for decoration—was Fengdu Ancient City also fond of such trends? How trendy.

Kamikawa Mitsu stepped forward but did not dare to ascend the altar; he stood before it, observing.

Fengdu Ancient City was the dwelling of the Underworld's denizens—what were Underworld denizens? Ghosts. Who knew what strange things lurked within? Better to be cautious.

After repeated observation, Kamikawa Mitsu discovered a blind spot.

The altar was peculiar!

As for what made it peculiar—it was untouched, not a single drop of blood stained it.

Fengdu Ancient City was shattered and ruined, clearly affected by battle—surely the great war had reached here, leaving casualties and destruction.

Yet the altar remained completely unharmed.

Either the altar possessed self-protection, or it had been guarded by gods and demons to prevent damage, or both—either way, it proved the altar was extraordinary.

Amid the ruined ancient city stood an intact, ancient altar.

It gave the impression of eternal endurance.

On the altar's pedestal lay two objects, radiating an incomparable aura.

These two objects seemed to be what protected the altar from harm—profoundly mysterious, yet deeply terrifying.

Facing the aura emitted by these two objects, Kamikawa Mitsu felt his heart tremble—he was now Immortal.

"Those are the bones of some being."

Kamikawa Mitsu's deep eyes shimmered with strange light.

He never expected that, as an Immortal entering the Yin Earth realm, what would cause him to tremble would be an altar—excluding the earlier vision of the Supreme, which belonged to the past and held no relevance to the present.

On the altar, there were two objects.

One was a skull, luminously white, like the most perfect piece of pure jade, yet its gaze was profound—if one met its stare, it felt as if one's soul would be sucked in.

The other was also a skull—this one entirely black, glossy and dark, radiating a gloomy luster; its eye sockets were hollow voids, as if the darkness within them was the very truth of darkness.

In contrast to the first, this skull was its complete opposite.

As Kamikawa Mitsu arrived, the black skull's hollow eye sockets began to bleed—by sensation alone, the blood was fresh, still warm, flowing out.

The sight was horrifying.

A black skull, perfectly intact, suddenly weeping blood.

Yes—the blood flowed from the eye sockets, resembling a person weeping, the blood serving as tears.

The white skull also showed signs of change—not weeping blood, but its eye sockets emitting light, as if two tiny candles had been lit inside the skull, their flames centered precisely in each eye socket.

The flames flickered, seeming ready to die out, yet no matter how fiercely the yin wind blew, they refused to extinguish.

These two objects alone appeared profoundly eerie.

Kamikawa Mitsu stood before the altar for a long time without moving—the sudden anomalies of the two skulls made him dare not act.

He wasn't sure if it was his angle of view, but he felt the eye sockets of both skulls were directly aligned with his gaze—as if the two skulls were now staring fixedly at him.

Seeing a reaction after a long while from both skulls—though it was only blood tears and flames—Kamikawa Mitsu took out the supreme treasure he had acquired over the past year for protection, his face solemn, and walked up with great care and caution.

And the instant he stepped onto the altar.

Finally, the two skulls on the altar reacted—the bleeding stopped, the bloodstains still remained, and the flames suddenly blazed up.

"You've finally come…"

They could actually speak—were those skulls still alive?! But their voices were incomparably frail, like a candle flame in the wind, as if it could go out at any moment.

Kamikawa Mitsu froze, and instinctively looked around.

Confirming there was no one else around, he was certain the skulls were speaking to him.

But what did those words mean?

You've finally come?

These two skulls knew him? Had they been waiting for him?

Wait.

Two skulls… could it be that these two skulls were Him and the other player in the game?

Kamikawa Mitsu thought calmly, his mind diverging boundlessly.

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