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"You are more sensitive to emotions than we are."

Yin Chen's words came from the middle of the group. He maintained his previous posture, and his tone sounded calm, but the usual relaxed look between his brows was gone.

"What you're feeling is probably not an illusion."

He stopped and allowed the light on his staff to stabilize.

"Stop for a moment."

Yin Chen's tone became serious.

"Haven't you noticed that the environment here is changing?"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stopped in their tracks and looked around warily.

"What's changed? Aren't these still the same dilapidated stone walls?"

Hongyuan reached out and touched the stone wall beside her, only to feel the same cold and hard texture as before.

"Don't look with your eyes."

Yin Chen closed his eyes and used his spiritual senses to perceive his surroundings.

"Pay attention; the negative emotions in the air are multiplying."

He reopened his eyes, a solemn glint in them.

"These lingering historical sentiments have come back to life."

He looked around at the pitch-black passageway.

"This place itself is a source of constant festering, and we are walking into the deepest part of that festering place, which is constantly oozing foul-smelling pus and blood."

That description sounds disgusting.

Long Ao asked in a deep voice. He already had some PTSD and always felt that there was a mastermind behind it all.

"Is it a trap?"

"There are no signs of human intervention."

Su Yuehe shook her head, denying the guess.

"This is closer to a natural phenomenon. All the sadness, resentment and despair in this site are converging in the same direction, and we just happen to be standing on the main channel of this river of emotions."

Everyone turned their gaze to the coffin at the very front.

They were merely travelers who had stumbled into the river by chance, while Chen Guan was the tide drawn by the river itself.

"Chen Guan"

An Changqing asked, "How are you feeling? Is this feeling guiding you?"

Chen Guan stopped walking, but did not turn around.

In fact, from the moment you step into this passage, the pull from the depths of your soul becomes exceptionally clear, and the vague call has evolved into a tangible pulling sensation.

He could sense that, although it wasn't activated, the power of resentment resonated with the surrounding environment within the lingering echoes.

Those things that permeate the air and are called negative energy are all long-lost kindred spirits to him.

They surrounded him affectionately, seemingly without any aggression, silently conveying the loneliness accumulated over countless years.

"Um."

Chen Guan simply responded and then said, "We'll be there soon."

He had a premonition that this was the core of the place.

After receiving confirmation, the team set off again. This time, no one spoke, and everyone's nerves were on edge.

The passage seemed endless, or perhaps they had already lost their sense of distance and time in the darkness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the thick, impenetrable darkness ahead finally began to change.

The pure black background gradually faded, revealing a new scene.

When they reached the end of the passage, the sight before them made everyone hold their breath involuntarily.

They were on the edge of a much larger underground space, with a wide river lying in front of them.

This isn't a description; it's a real river.

The river appeared black, but it made no sound of flowing water.

The calm river flows silently through the bottomless ravine, stretching from one end of darkness to the other.

Countless tiny specks of light floated above the river, rising and falling with the air currents.

"What is this?"

Hong Yuan stared at the scene before her, muttering to herself, forgetting where she should put the giant axe in her hand.

Su Yuehe's eyes instantly reddened, and large tears uncontrollably slid down her cheeks.

She didn't cry out loud, but covered her mouth tightly, her shoulders trembling violently.

That immense sorrow swept over her along the course of the river, threatening to completely engulf her reason.

"Stay calm!"

An Changqing grabbed Su Yuehe's shoulder and transferred his spiritual power to help her resist the onslaught of this emotion.

"Don't look at those lights!"

Yin Chen's expression also turned extremely ugly. The shield he had erected was completely useless in front of this black river, like a leaky wall.

"Each point of light is a fragment of a soul filled with despair."

He gazed at the shimmering lights dancing in the air.

What exactly did this civilization do?

If he guessed correctly, these fragments belonged to the people of that civilization, those who once served that god, but now suffered this fate of never being able to be reborn.

A question arose in my mind.

Just as everyone was stunned into stillness by the sorrowful river, the calm black river suddenly began to ripple.

Countless whispers rose from the riverbed, as if thousands of people were speaking simultaneously right next to their ears.

"it hurts."

Why?

"traitor!"

"go home."

These sounds were chaotic and noisy, with a strong mental impact that made everyone feel a splitting headache.

Only Chen Guan stood alone by the river, staring blankly at the scene before him.

The noise that would drive others to the brink of madness sounded remarkably clear to him.

All the noise subsided at that moment, finally merging into a clear and sorrowful call that traveled across eternity to reach his ears.

"You're finally back."

The call that transcends eternity resonated vividly in everyone's minds.

The profound sense of timelessness shrouded the sound in an ethereal illusion.

"What? You're back?"

Hongyuan was the first to break free from the mental impact.

She shook her head violently, trying to stay awake, and the veins on the arm that was carrying the giant axe bulged from the excessive force.

She was completely unaware of the faint golden light shimmering within her bosom.

"Who is it talking to?"

No one responded to the question.

The only reason was that everyone's eyes were focused on that lonely figure on the riverbank.

It is an old coffin.

If that voice was talking to someone, it was undoubtedly talking to Chen Guan.

"Chen's coffin!"

An Changqing's tone revealed an undisguised tension. He maintained his posture of supporting Su Yuehe, but his gaze was fixed on his companion in front of him, and his face showed worry.

"Did you hear that? What was that?"

Tears continued to fall silently down Su Yuehe's cheeks, but she managed to suppress her emotions, which were on the verge of collapse.

She didn't know where her emotions came from; perhaps it was the atmosphere of the place, or something else entirely, but a profound sadness continued to creep into her heart.

She raised her tear-filled face and looked at the back of Chen Guan.

The endless sorrow contained in that voice made her feel the pain firsthand, yet it also contained a kind of intimacy that she couldn't understand.

This is not a tense standoff between enemies.

This is clearly a reunion that has finally arrived after a long period of time.