Chapter 86: No Escape (1/2)

They saw what looked to be a young man of about twenty-three years old. World-weariness written in his face, he slowly padded out of the darkness dressed in a clean but worn-out robe and holding an azure bamboo stick. Judging from his empty gaze and unfocused eyes, he seemed to be blind.

“Who are you?” Lu Yun demanded, having concluded with his Spectral Eye that the abruptly-appearing young man was alive.

Qin Xianhuo didn’t say anything when he saw the newcomer, but the excitement flashing through his face spoke volumes; he knew the stranger.

The young man didn’t respond. Instead, he took out a palm-sized gourd and opened its lid, tapping it thrice to swallow the divine obsession before it had time to react.

“I’ve finally caught you,” muttered the blind young man. “Now I can figure out what you are.”

“Who are you?!” Lu Yun demanded again.

“It seems that someone alive has entered.” The blind man paused and sighed. “I don’t know who I am...”

“Wayfarer!” Qing Han shouted in shock. “The masterful Art Saint! I’ve seen your portrait in history books!”

“What?!” Lu Yun’s eyes widened with shock and he quickly rummaged through the portion of his mind reserved for Yuying’s memories. Hidden deep in her recollections was the faint figure of a man. It overlapped with the blind young fellow before him.

Wayfarer!

Twelve hundred years ago, Yuying and Wayfarer had walked the world of immortals hand in hand. They were the perfect match, in many people’s eyes. Sadly, they’d eventually parted ways in the end.

When Yuying had died in her heavenly tribulations, thanks to the Exalted Immortal Sect’s scheming, Wayfarer collected her body and buried her and the Panorama of Clarity in the tomb outside Dusk City.

He’d become the governor of Dusk Governor a thousand years ago and altered the tributes used in the ritual that Xuanxi had left behind, almost turning the dragon princess in the burial mound into a vicious killing machine.

Now here he was, in the abyss that was the burial grounds of the divine race.

“He’s Wayfarer?” Mo Yi frowned and looked at Wayfarer in disbelief. “The masterful Art Saint is blind?” An artist without his vision was as good as dead.

“Wayfarer?” The young man paused. “Maybe. Is that really my name?”

“Yip yip yip!” Miao popped out of Mo Yi’s arms and waved her little paws at Wayfarer in complaint.

“What’s she saying?” Lu Yun looked at Mo Yi.

“She said that in her dreams, she saw this man kick her away and place the bronze outer-coffin in her place instead.” Mo Yi paused, bemused pause. “In her dreams?”

Given her lack of knowledge of what had happened in the burial mound, she couldn’t quite comprehend what she’d heard.

Lu Yun and Qing Han exchanged a glance. The fox’s dreams were all real! Five thousand years ago, the burial mound had fallen from the sky and destroyed Truewater City, burying Feinie with it. Was Wayfarer responsible for all of that?

“What’s going on?” Mo Yi grew further confused.

Meanwhile, Situ Yun and Qin Xianhuo remained timidly silent, holding their breath. The two august immortals had lived more than a couple thousand years, so they’d naturally seen Wayfarer before.