“Say, you’re really in the know, aren’t you?” the Captain said, looking intrigued. “Alright, speak up. What’s the nightmare of the Woe-Immortals?”3

Ning Yan shrank in on himself a bit, yet didn’t dare to refrain from answering the question. Voice trembling, he said, “Legend has it that after a pure-blooded Woe-Immortal died, the woe in their body would turn into a nightmare. Anyone who then disturbed their corpse would be trapped in that nightmare forever, unable to escape. Their flesh would gradually rot away until only their heart remained. And then their heart would become part of the nightmare.”3

As Ning Yan spoke, Qing Qiu looked around with narrowed eyes.0

Xu Qing’s expression was the same as ever as he also scanned the area.0

Meanwhile, the Captain laughed softly. “So, you really are a descendant of the Woe-Immortals. You even know about Aalloh’s Nightmare Tribulation. Not bad. Not bad at all.”11

Right then, a thumping sound reached them, like a heartbeat. The lands quivered and the mountains trembled, as if blood were pumping through them. They even started...2