Finally, Wanghai left the grotto and departed into the distance.
He stood outside the Land of Extreme Yin, staring blankly at the ghastly valley. Amid his profound dejection, a persistent sense of unease lingered in his heart.
He had arrived with a grand entourage, revered like the moon amidst the stars, basking in endless glory. His departure, however, was bleak and miserable, leaving him utterly alone.
Years of painstaking effort and countless resources, all for... nothing. He was left with absolutely nothing!
"Whoever... stole my inheritance, just pray I don't find you... Otherwise, no matter the cost, I, Wanghai... will never let you go!"
"I swear it!"
After uttering those hate-filled words, Wanghai's solitary figure staggered away.
Long after he had gone, another figure slowly emerged from the Land of Extreme Yin.
The man's expression was wooden, but his eyes were filled with an icy chill. On closer inspection, not a single spark of life could be found within them!
