The vine was extremely fast. The originally difficult and long path here was now reduced to a short time. After a moment, the stone door was in sight. Then, as if it were restricted for some reason, the vine stopped far away. Qin Yu stepped down and glanced at it.

The vine hadn’t left; it seemed as if there was something else it wanted. It had delivered him here and it didn’t have any dark intentions either, so his gaze was calm. After several breaths of silence, the end of the vine split apart, and a light black chip emerged.

Qin Yu’s eyes flashed. He didn’t sense anything sinister. So, after a brief hesitation he reached out and took the black chip. At this time his complexion changed, because after that black chip touched his skin, it simply dissolved and drilled into his flesh and blood. His eyes turned cold, but in the next moment he was startled. He looked thoughtfully at the vine and then shut his eyes, sensing the additional memories now circulating through his soul.

These memories were a series of strange, incomplete sounds. Though Qin Yu didn’t understand what they meant, he still felt an inexplicable tremor pass through him.

As if some invisible dignity was leaving his soul trembling, awe emerged from his most basic instincts.

But soon,...