A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Despite the surprise, Mira had told him that this was essentially an ordinary forest, but that going deeper into it would connect to the "Wandering Tomb".

If burned, it will char; if sawed, it will fall. Each tree has no special abilities; they are just ordinary big trees.

At most, it just looks a little creepy.

“Who knows? I won’t draw any conclusions before I’ve done my research,” Nicol Bolas shrugged.

He tried to walk to the edge of the woods, but found nothing, so he continued onward.

“Aren’t you not going in?” Bray called out to Nicol Bolas.

“Let’s give it a try,” He replied to Bray, and then went inside.

The further we walked, the dimmer the surrounding scenery became.

At one point, He was able to clearly perceive that He was moving toward another space.

Without any interference from concepts or spells, it gradually connected to other places.

It was as if it were a matter of course, just as it is a matter of course for an apple to fall from a tree to the ground.

However, it was this feeling that made the blonde girl smile bitterly and quietly back away.

“As expected, I’m not going in.” Nicol Bolas emerged from the shadows of the woods, patted Bray’s knee, and said helplessly.

"I'm quite curious, though. Why did you dare to go in?" He sighed and asked Bray.

"Basically, living beings instinctively feel that they should not enter this place; it is a kind of warning from the cemetery."

"And if you ignore this warning, you'll have to take responsibility for it yourself."

It wasn't that no one ignored the warning, but those who did, except for Bray, all met their demise.

Bray was very lucky to be a monastic.

No, the real reason is not because he "possessed the ring," but because his "ring" was found in the cemetery.

The coincidence was that he entered with a "divine source".

A person who possesses "divine power" but has not used it.

That's the kind of guy he is, which is why the first uncle didn't hesitate to let him come to this cemetery.

That's the kind of guy he is, which is why he's been able to stay here for so long.

That's the kind of guy he is, which is why he found the worn-out "swan song" under the tree.

Nicolaes's previous speculation about the conditions for entering the cemetery was not entirely accurate in the first point.

Entering a cemetery does require a special identity, but that identity is not that of a "person who observes the precepts".

They are not allowed to enter because they are "observants of the precepts," but rather they are "observants of the precepts" because they have entered.

"Why did you dare to come in?" Bray stared blankly as he recalled the past.

"Probably because someone was pointing a knife at him at that time, and he went in to escape," he said.

Nicol Bolas's mouth opened slightly, giving him a "whatever makes you happy" look.

Someone could force Blakeras to run away at knifepoint? Who is that person, a war god?

Even Nicolas had to admit that his imagination was somewhat lacking.

However, His contact with Bray occurred some time after Bray's adventure.

It's perfectly normal that He didn't know what Bray was like nearly ten years ago.

The long lifespan of the Silver race makes their perception of time different from that of lower races.

Ten years is not a very long time for them.

But for lower species, ten years is a very long time, enough to change many things.

In Nicholas's view, Bray's growth since He met him was frightening.

But if He had met Bray earlier, He would probably have had a deeper understanding of the differences between him and his previous self.

“Yeah, that guy went in with me and never came out.” After saying that, Bray seemed to feel a little nostalgic for the guy who had pointed a knife at him.

No one knows what happened to him after that. Bray himself didn't see him as a walking corpse when he went into the cemetery later.

I remember at the beginning, when I entered the gloomy cemetery, seeing him gave me a strange sense of peace.

“I’m going in now. I’ll call you if I come back safely,” Bray said, looking down at Nicol Bolas.

“If you really can’t return safely, I estimate that most areas of the Central Continent will be wiped out,” Nicol Bolas said, spreading his hands.

"Not really. There's very little that an individual can change," Bray said softly, patting his sword sheath.

If an individual's power truly had the authority to change Kapras, the world wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

Even if I had defeated the demigod, this central continent would probably still have ended up as a wasteland.

At best, it only prolonged the peace a little.

Occasionally—and he meant occasionally—he could still somewhat understand what Bai Mian meant by "wasting his time."

Defeat the key figures you believe in, and resolve the key events you believe in.

Then everything proceeded as usual, and everything done only caused minor changes, unable to reverse the whole situation.

Even the smallest changes are unclear whether they are good or bad.

Bray stopped talking to Nicol Bolas behind him and walked step by step into the shadows.

The trees on both sides seemed to be making way for the man.

However, that was just an illusion; the trees were right there, unmoved and unmovable.

"My ally, have a safe journey." After a brief farewell, Nicol Bolas took to the air, transformed into a dragon, and departed.

By this time, Bray's figure had already been swallowed up by the darkness of the forest.

He stepped into a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Due to the brilliance of the silver, this forest outside Clinton was partially destroyed.

You can truly realize this by walking inside.

The branches on the ground don't even make a crisp "crack" sound when you step on them.

With one stomp, it was flattened and ground into powder.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding trees began to appear menacing, their sparse branches resembling witch's claws trying to seize Bray.

"..." Bray walked on and on, and couldn't help but frown.

Although the path leading to the cemetery is particularly eerie, the atmosphere is perhaps a bit too sinister.

Even the temperature seems to have dropped significantly; it's not just a psychological effect, but a real temperature boost.

There were no fluorescent lights to be seen around, nor could the inexplicable groans of zombies be heard.

“Miss Mira,” Bray tried calling Mira’s name.

The moment he called out Mira's name, the surrounding scenery began to flicker and distort.

If it were a hallucination, Bray could still tell the difference.

But if this isn't an illusion, then the world around us is truly distorted.

The scene before Bray's eyes was filled with afterimages, and even began to blur and lose focus.

The contrast between light and shadow became incredibly strong; everything in front of us and its shadows were pitch black, while the few glimmers of light were dazzlingly bright.

He vaguely saw a figure walking towards him clumsily and hurriedly.

That was a graceful figure carrying a lantern.

Although, due to the current perspective, Bray could not make out the person's exact appearance.

But in this hazy perspective, only the lantern was crystal clear, and Bray was able to guess the identity of the person who had come.

Only the gravedigger, only Mira, would come to this place with a lantern, responding to Bray's call.

“Mr. Bray…” Now the voices Bray heard were becoming increasingly overlapping, like an echo in a valley, which was unpleasant.

Even though her vision and hearing were distorted by what she saw, Mira appeared in the same way as before.

Unfortunately, Bray tried to speak, but no sound came out.

Bray had a feeling that what he heard and saw came from a world separated by a membrane.

He couldn't even hear himself speak, so much so that he wasn't sure if he had said anything at all.

“Mr. Bray, hurry... leave the cemetery.” Mira’s muffled voice was filled with anxiety.

"First...grab...this lantern..."

Bray's senses became increasingly hazy; if he had only been listening to the echo before, the sound was now being stretched out infinitely.

Even so, Bray still knew what Mira was talking about.

Grab this lantern? It must be like grasping at a straw.

Without hesitation, Bray stretched out his right hand, wanting to grab the lantern.

However, just as Bray's fingertips were about to touch the lantern, the distance of less than a centimeter was suddenly lengthened.

Mira's voice also stopped abruptly.

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My vision went dark for a moment, and my hearing also stopped for a moment.

However, this abnormality did not last long; after about a second, the ability to perceive returned to normal.

Bray didn't feel like he was falling somewhere, nor did he feel like he was being moved.

However, after his right eye regained full vision, he found himself no longer in the forest.

Just like how taking that step in the past would lead you from the forest to the "Wandering Tomb".

It seems that Bray wandered off to another place.

This is a dark place with almost no light, yet people can see everything around them clearly in such a place.

It was dark, yet one could see clearly. This seemed contradictory, utterly illogical, and impossible.

But that's the kind of experience Bray is having right now.

The flowing river, the flat ground, and the moon-like object hanging in the air were all so clear. The object above, which we'll call the bright moon, cast its not-so-dazzling light upon the black earth.

That's why it's not completely dark here.

The desolate black land looks similar to the wasteland, but it is filled with the aura of death.

Simply put, I don't think there's any possibility of life existing on it, not even plants.

Bright lights kept floating around, each containing a ghostly blue flame, but strangely, these ghostly blue flames did not bring any light.

In the place where Bray was, the only light was probably the bright moon overhead.

Bree had been to this place before, and he was so impressed with it that he would probably never forget it.

"The Underworld?" Bray murmured, looking around at the scenery.

He used to need a "final echo" to remind himself where he was, but he doesn't need it anymore.

He only needed to stand there to instantly understand where he was.

However, when he came to the Yellow Springs last time, there wasn't such a large river nearby.

The rolling river, mixed with mud, makes it look more like mud than clear river water.

If Bray looked more closely, he would have discovered that skeletons were being washed away in the muddy water.

One after another, endlessly.

"I've wandered into a really weird place."

I only recently learned about that guy called "Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka," and he arrived in the Underworld right afterward.

Is this a coincidence? Probably not.

It seems that the matter between "The Tomb of Wanderings" and "Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka" has escalated to a rather serious point.

Even Mira had to remind herself of the danger.