Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

"I promise, I will let you see the former Fuguang Island again." Zhou Xian raised his chin slightly, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and a determined light flashed in his eyes. That light was like a beacon in the darkness, adding a bit of hope to this gloomy mass grave.

He had some understanding of the horror of the Curse of Ruin. That powerful force almost instantly transformed the prosperous Blessed Islands into the Shadow Islands of today.

But Zhou Xian was never afraid. He firmly believed that with his own ability and unremitting efforts, he would definitely find a way to crack it. Even though he had no clue at the moment, he believed that as he became stronger, a solution would always appear, and that day would not be too far away.

Looking at Yorick's eyes that were filled with a hint of doubt and expectation, Zhou Xian continued confidently: "Don't worry, Yorick. Just give me some time, and I will live up to your expectations. With your physique, you will definitely be able to witness the rebirth of Fukumitsu Island with your own eyes."

His voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the deadly silence, as if giving Yorick a reassurance.

"Hopefully."

Yorick twitched his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile. There seemed to be expectation in that smile, and it also carried some indescribable complex emotions, making it hard to tell whether he believed it or not. After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and ignored Zhou Xian and Gwen. He turned around, skillfully grasped the shovel in his hand, and began to concentrate on burying the exposed bones one by one.

The shovel dug deep into the soil, making a dull sound, and each movement was accompanied by a heavy rhythm. Yorick looked solemn and his movements were steady, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony. Those once vibrant lives were now only these cold bones, which were gradually reburied and returned to the earth under Yorick's hands. There was silence all around, with only the friction between the shovel and the soil, and the occasional sound of bones moving, echoing in this gloomy mass grave.

"Let's go." Zhou Xian turned his head slightly, looked at Gwen gently, and greeted her softly. Having achieved the purpose of obtaining the Water of Life, he no longer wanted to stay. The mass graves of Shadow Island were gloomy and terrifying. Although he was not afraid in his heart, he really didn't like it.

"Ah."

Gwen responded softly, and followed Zhou Xian with light steps. The two walked side by side toward the mass grave, and the gloomy atmosphere around them was gradually left behind.

As they left, the mass grave returned to silence, with only the shovel in Yorick's hand hitting the ground again and again, making a monotonous and dull sound. This sound echoed in the empty and silent space, seeming even more eerie.

The black fog that filled the surroundings seemed to be stirred by the sound, slowly surging. The corpses that had just been buried lay quietly under the soil, and Yorick continued his work, completely unaware of the weirdness around him, as if all this was supposed to be this way.

"Is this the water of life?"

Gwen was full of curiosity, and her little head unconsciously leaned forward, staring closely at the water droplets in the jade bottle. She saw a layer of faint mist floating above the water droplets. Even through the jade bottle, she could still keenly sense that strands of life force were eager to escape, as if telling of a mysterious and powerful force.

"The only way to have such a strong life force is to use the Water of Life." Zhou Xian suppressed his excitement and spoke slowly. At this moment, he finally understood why Yorick could still survive after so many years.

This water of life alone can give ordinary people an unimaginable long life. The life force contained in it is so magnificent that it is hard to estimate. In this way, it seems reasonable that this water of life can have the magical effect of bringing the dead back to life. Moreover, Zhou Xian discovered that this water of life does have the effect of restraining the black fog. The black fog lingering around is like a group of frightened ghosts, and they are very afraid of the water of life in his hand. They are surging and circling restlessly not far away, as if they are blocked by an invisible barrier, and dare not cross the line no matter what.

Zhou Xian stared at the black fog that was lingering around him like thick ink, and thought to himself: If we really want to turn Shadow Island back into the Blessed Island it once was, I'm afraid we will have to rely on the magical power of the Water of Life."

However, since the outbreak of the Curse of Ruin, the Water of Life has evaporated from the face of the earth, almost disappearing, and it is extremely difficult to find its trace. Thinking of this, Zhou Xian shook his head slightly. If he had not come from the modern era and knew some unknown clues of the Rune Continent, he would probably have spent his entire life trying to find the Water of Life.

Zhou Xian shook his head lightly, dispelling his complicated thoughts and no longer adding unnecessary troubles. He gathered all his thoughts and focused on the jade bottle in his hand, which contained a drop of precious water of life.

Although this one drop is far from enough to reverse the cursed fate of the Shadow Isles and restore it to its former glory as the Blessed Isles, for Zhou Xian, it is enough to carry out research.

So Zhou Xian took root in Shadow Island and devoted himself to research. The research material was the strange black fog that was everywhere on the island, and the precious drop of water of life that was like a spark of hope. Fortunately, Gwen was always by his side. Her playful words and smart company made the silent and gloomy Shadow Island more lively, and Zhou Xian never felt lonely.

Time flies, and half a month passes in a flash. Zhou Xian studies day and night, repeatedly deduce, and finally makes some clues in this long and arduous but expected research.

The black fog that had always been mysterious and seemed to swallow up everything, and the rules of death contained in it, were slowly revealed thanks to his unremitting efforts, revealing the tip of the iceberg that had been hidden for a long time.

As for the exploration of the water of life, Zhou Xian still has not much clue. After all, compared to the black fog that can be seen everywhere, there is only one drop of the water of life. Every time Zhou Xian studies it, he has to be very careful and cannot squander it as he would do with the black fog.

"If I didn't know the whole story, I would have almost blamed you for the source of this curse of ruin." Gwen's eyes were fixed on the black mist surging and changing in Zhou Xian's palm. The strange substance sometimes condensed into sharp thorns, and sometimes turned into twisted vines. Wisps of black air entwined and wandered around his fingertips.

She shook her head slightly, with a look of both vigilance and amazement in her eyes. "The degree of compatibility between this black fog and the curse is too high. If you hadn't personally experienced the disaster, anyone who saw it would probably think that you were the instigator of this catastrophe."

Zhou Xian shook his head slightly, and the black mist lingering on his fingertips dissipated a little: "It's still a long way to go."

Although he had glimpsed a glimpse of the mystery of the rules of death from the dense black fog, and could barely drive this strange thing, the black fog surging in his palm was just the aftermath of the curse of ruin. The core power that truly dominated this disaster was still hidden in the depths of the black fog, like a giant beast lurking under a deep pool.

(End of this chapter)