Then came "you wronged me..."

The Yin-Yang realm was about to open, but the timing was uncertain. Anyway, it would happen soon.

Duan Xiyang couldn’t leave yet.

He was so angry that he almost squeezed water out of the White Bone Shattering Dream Spear.

...

Fang Che dug around the cemetery, following the walls enveloped in Nether Energy.

He harvested over four hundred stalks of Black and White Ginseng and about thirty True Soul Yin-Yang Roots again.

Thirteen Yin-Yang Ganoderma, he even unearthed four peculiar herbs resembling flying birds.

Yet a doubt lingered in his mind.

He kept searching for proof.

But within this cemetery, he continued searching and waiting, yet no hint or clue ever materialized.

This made him feel rather strange.

"The mysterious metal fragment in my sea of consciousness must be related to this Yin-Yang realm."

"Little Bear must have some connection with this Yin-Yang realm as well."

"Though it’s called a realm, it seems to be merely a cemetery for placing coffins."

"I dug out that Baihu Treasure Medicine, yet it returned on its own. The others were fine. Why? Could it be related to the Little White Tiger?"

"This cemetery is vast; for now, I can only access graves of the guard level."

"Beyond this, deep within the cemetery, infinite distances remain unknown. It’s unclear how many are buried there."

"Outside, there’s no one. Only some natives."

"What I previously witnessed—those collective grave-digging Demon Beasts—proves there are no humans here. Only the presence of Demon Beasts. It seems they fear damaging the cemetery."

"Clearly, the Demon Beasts obey commands, suggesting they have been tamed or bound by some soul imprisonment."

"So this world is just a cemetery. But letting people in for training over the years—why is that? There must be a reason."

"From this, I deduce the cemetery’s owner is waiting and searching for someone!"

"And this search must be for someone tied to the cemetery. Since entering the Yin-Yang realm, there was a slight time differential for me compared to others, but nothing else was different. Yet when entering the cemetery, others couldn’t come in."

"It means this cemetery only allows me in. In other words, the one awaited by the cemetery is me!"

"Maybe it’s not me, but the metal fragment within my sea of consciousness."

"If that’s so, the purpose can’t be so simple. Surely, it isn’t just to let me in to collect Heavenly Treasures?"

Fang Che racked his brain but felt this speculation was incorrect.

"Waiting millions of years just for you to dig dirt and take out some treasure medicine"—such a purpose felt comical even to him.

But the time was nearing.

Yet there was still no further hint.

"If no hint comes, I’m leaving, Great God!"

Fang Che was becoming anxious.

"They let me in, let me know it’s a cemetery, let me obtain Spiritual Medicine. Made me realize I differ from others... nothing else?"

Fang Che sensed the howling Nether Energy inside, feeling like the fog within him was even denser than the Nether Fog.

What do you really want from me?

He meticulously pondered all his experiences.

Coming here, acquiring Water Spirit Power. Then Little Bear showed up; then pursued by snakes and centipedes, then encountering the Baihu family, adopting the Little White Tiger; then continually fleeing, acquiring immense Divine Sense power; now only he could enter this cemetery...

Outside, watching others, no one seemed to have captured any beast pets, right?

And I’ve never heard anyone mention it—this fact still needs checking later on. Perhaps it happened before but only left at the actual opening of the Yin-Yang realm? It’s uncertain.

But what is certain: Water Spirit Power, Divine Sense power, the right to enter the cemetery; these, others do not and cannot possess!

It was at this moment that the Nether Energy howled.

Countless whirlwinds swirled up from within the cemetery.

The air filled with eerie wailing and divine howling sounds.

In the dim cemetery, an indescribable eeriness pervaded.

The whirlwinds grew increasingly violent.

Slowly, in front of Fang Che, in the Void, a pitch-black shadow seemed to emerge.

Outside the cemetery was already pitch black, inside darker than outside, but Fang Che could see this newly emerged shadow.

Because of its deeper blackness.

The shadow stood before Fang Che in the Void, surrounded by swirling, roaring Nether Fog.

Fang Che felt a chilling sensation pulsing through his body, extreme terror gripped him.

A growing, clearer heaviness, grief, and suffocation filled the immense sky and earth.

Fang Che felt a sudden, piercing sadness; his emotions were directly infected, almost empathetic, eyes reddening.

This wasn’t his own sorrow, but the grief from a powerful being, enough to infect the entire mortal world!

Even those fighting outside the cemetery, people like Feng Yun, suddenly felt overwhelmed with sadness.

Disciples from each Sect, mourning siblings who had died, were unbelievably grief-stricken, tears streaming down; some couldn’t even muster the strength to continue fighting.

They all stopped.

Yan Beihan felt an overwhelming sourness in his heart, inexplicably thinking of himself. In an instant, he envisioned his own future: Fang Che and Ye Meng in harmony, while he remained alone until dying alone, facing the mirror at an old age, eyes filled with longing.

A moment of uncontainable bitterness, eyes reddened.