Chapter 88: Another Wayfarer (1/2)

“Stop!” boomed Lu Yun.

Since Xuanxi was Lu Yun’s envoy, the two would remain in communication even if they were hundreds of millions kilometers apart.

Under her control, the Dusk River came to a sudden halt. The governor swam out of the water and dropped down to the ground on steady feet. He’d entered the fringes of the burial mound, upon which the life-absorbing power had faded, reaching no further than the abyss.

Nevertheless, he sensed something familiar here—an energy that belonged to the altar in the ruins of Truewater City. So it seemed he’d once again entered the burial mound. The destruction of the corpse coffin had transformed it completely, turning it into an enormous cavern.

Within it, all sorts of zombies, undead hags, corpsefish, corpse flies, and others rampaged, tearing and biting at each other. Moreover, freed from the restraints of the Dragon and Tiger Princes, the living layouts roamed free as phantom-like figures and joined the fray with abandon.

This was no place for any living soul.

Lu Yun now had to completely conceal his lifeforce with hellfire, or he’d be torn to pieces by the ocean of monsters in the blink of an eye. He gulped. This place has become even more dangerous than the abyss!

Although there was no shortage of dark creatures under the abyss, they remained docile in the absence of provocation. The undead creatures here, by contrast, actively sought out their prey.

The corpse coffin has disappeared completely. Lu Yun frowned slightly, trying to reconcile the sight with his knowledge that the corpse coffin had been divvied up and sealed in different locations. He could still see marks left by the coffin, but the enormous body itself was nowhere to be seen within the cavern. Has it rotted away already? But it hasn’t been that long!

Blanketed by blazing hellfire, he quickly followed the route in his memories to Truewater City. The ancient city was buried under the Myriad Formation Summit, rather than within the abyss, but the cavern now spanned the entire underground of Duskwater Prefecture. Lu Yun encountered few obstacles as he made his way to the sunken mountain.

Pushing the ninth-rank Violetgrave to its limit, he vanished in a flash of violet sword energy.

There! He stopped after roughly an hour, the ruins of Truewater City having come into view. The altar sat at the center of the old city, throwing off a ghastly white light.

But at this moment, Lu Yun felt his hair stand on end. There was someone on the altar!

A figure in white stood quietly at the heart of the structure, his bright eyes fixed on the Dusk governor.

“Who are you?!” demanded Lu Yun.

“Do you know the grave trouble you’ve caused?” responded a soft, hoarse voice. He sounded very familiar.

“Wayfarer!” Lu Yun’s eyes shot wide. Although he couldn’t catch a good look at the figure, he could see the man’s bright eyes and recognized his voice.

Wayfarer! What, again?? He was identical to the young man they’d encountered beneath the abyss!

“Without the Portrait of Emptiness, the Water Altar will sacrifice all living souls in Dusk Province during the next Dusk River Sacrament,” Wayfarer muttered to himself, ignoring Lu Yun.

“Why are you here?” Lu Yun asked coldly.

“I’m here to suppress the altar, of course,” the man said without pause.

“Xuanxi!” Lu Yun contacted the river god. “Is Wayfarer still there?”