Senior Sister's words were like a dagger piercing Xu Lai's heart.
He knelt before his master's coffin, feeling as if a mountain a million zhang high was pressing down on his back. Even when he had once shouldered the fate of billions of souls of the Human Race, Xu Lai had never felt such a heavy burden.
It was so heavy that he couldn't stand upright, so heavy he could hardly breathe.
"Wu Ying's ancestor was very kind; when he and the other Hehuan Valley disciples were executing us, he showed mercy and secretly slipped us a few elixirs."
"Unfortunately, we fell into the deepest abyss of the Mass Burial Mound, a place... where even those in the Immortal Venerable Realm must halt."
"We were cut off from our Divine Sense, our cultivation level, from everything. In the utter darkness, we could clearly feel our lives slipping away. Every minute and every second was torture and agony."
