In contrast to the outside, the inside of the tomb of the living seemed more than what it was. Warm sunlight scattered over babbling brooks and rolling hillsides, birds sang and flowers waved under a dark red sky. Even the ground was the same dark red.

Lu Yun raised his head to look at the source of this world’s illumination—a lifeless eyeball instead of a sun.

The eyeball was enormous and its pupil dimmed. Someone had carved it into a night pearl that glowed in the dark and hung it in the firmament, making it the source of light for the tomb of the living.

Lu Yun didn’t know whose eyeball it was; his Spectral Eye couldn’t discern...