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, with houses arranged in staggered rows and 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 glow 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, his back turned to him.

Behind him lay the direction of Fengdu Ancient City’s gate, where shouts and battle cries shook the heavens and earth; yet the figure remained unmoved, as if walking through fields and countryside, calm and unhurried, steady and tranquil, with an unprecedented resolve.

Nothing could stop him from walking this road.

Nothing at all!

Not even the Supreme, not even the One!

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

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

In an instant, it disappeared, leaving Kamikawa Mitsu feeling hollowed out.

Had the lingering will of some mighty being remained here, and as he passed, he unconsciously caught a fragment of its past memories, which now surfaced in his mind?

Or was this his own memory?

Kamikawa Mitsu felt an undeniable familiarity, an intimate connection to that figure.

He fell silent for a long while.

He followed the golden road forward—whether it was his own memory or the residual will of some mighty being, it all indicated this road was extraordinary, and the place it led to must hold some secret.

Stepping upon the golden road, he advanced, and the surroundings shifted like a spinning lantern, gradually sinking deep into the heart of Fengdu Ancient City.

Then he saw an ancient altar.

The golden road led to an altar—not large, only a few meters wide.

On the altar sat a platform, and beside it stood a stone archway shaped like a bridge, appearing ordinary and unremarkable.

The stone archway was built from blocks of stone resembling common rock, stacked one upon another to form a semicircular arch large enough for one person to pass through; there was no door, and one could see directly from the altar to the other side of the arch.

Honestly, if this archway had been built over a house, it wouldn’t seem strange—it was just a doorway.

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 immediately ascend the altar; he stood before it, observing.

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

He observed again and again, and finally spotted the blind spot.

The altar was peculiar!

What made it peculiar? It had not been damaged, nor stained with a single drop of blood.

Fengdu Ancient City was shattered and ruined, clearly affected by battle—there must have been fierce fighting here, leaving casualties and destruction.

Yet the altar remained untouched.

Either the altar possessed self-protection, or it had been guarded by gods and demons to prevent damage, or both—no matter which, it proved the altar was extraordinary.

In the midst of a ruined ancient city stood an intact, ancient altar.

It gave the impression of eternal endurance.

On the altar’s platform lay two objects, radiating an incomparable aura.

These two objects seemed to be what protected the altar from harm—radiating profound mystery and a chilling dread.

Facing the aura of 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, what would make his heart quake would be an altar—excluding the earlier vision of the Supreme, for that was a figure of the past, unrelated to the present.

On the altar were two objects.

One was a skull, translucent and pure white, like the most perfect piece of jade on earth, yet its gaze was profoundly deep—if one met its stare, it felt as if one’s soul would be sucked in.

The other was also a skull, 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.

When Kamikawa Mitsu arrived, the black skull’s hollow eye sockets began to bleed—by instinct, he knew 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 its eye sockets, looking exactly like a person crying, the blood serving as tears.

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

The flames flickered, appearing ready to die at any moment, yet no matter how fiercely the yin wind blew, they refused to be extinguished.

These two objects, together, 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 rashly.

He wasn’t sure if it was his angle, but he felt the eye sockets of both skulls were directly locked onto him, as if the skulls were now staring fixedly at him.

Seeing that the skulls showed no further reaction beyond the flowing blood and flickering flames, Kamikawa Mitsu took out the greatest treasure he had acquired over the past year for protection, his face grave, and moved forward with extreme caution.

And the instant he stepped onto the altar.

Finally, the two skulls reacted—the blood flow ceased, leaving streaks behind, and the flames flared up violently.

“You’ve finally come…”

It could speak? Was the skull still alive?! But its voice was impossibly weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.

Kamikawa Mitsu froze, instinctively glancing around.

Confirming no one else was present, he realized the skull was speaking to him.

But what did those words mean?

“You’ve finally come…”

Did these two skulls know him? Were they waiting for him?

Wait.

Two skulls… could these two skulls be Him and the other player?

Kamikawa Mitsu thought calmly, his mind expanding infinitely.

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