"It's really... the Traveler!"
Guided by destiny, he arrived at this Black Snow Mountain.
Once again, the Netherworld King and the Traveler met.
But the "Traveler" before his eyes was completely different from what he had seen in the previous dreamscape—
In the dream, the Traveler had full wings, a perfect form, exuding the powerful presence of a divine-level life.
Yet the emaciated shell before him had long withered. The massive wings were folded, all feathers shed, a spear piercing through the chest, pinning it to the stone wall, with several broken arrows stuck in its body... Gu Shen felt a strange familiarity with those arrows.
"Dead?"
Gu Shen examined the Traveler, suddenly feeling an unease, fear rising uncontrollably.
The Traveler died on Black Snow Mountain?
Who did it? Was it the previous Netherworld King?
No... this spear and these arrows didn't seem like the Netherworld King's methods...
