“This place is the resting place of the ancestors with many vestiges left behind, you best be careful.” Dongfang Jingyue carefully pushed an old wooden door open. An ancient and sad aura slammed their face - one from several thousand years ago.

It was as if the temporal planes of the past and present were colliding.

Feiyun also felt a strange aura as if he had been here before. However, it was buried in his memories, unable to come up with something concrete.

“An illusion crossing through the spatiotemporal fabrics; looks like there is really something in there that is connected with me.”

The surrounding was quiet so they could hear their own footsteps. Of course, Jingyue’s sweet scent was also lingering in the air.

She brought him to a simple and natural room with an aged painting hanging on the wall. It has been corroded by...