At the bottom of a staircase several dozen meters long was a surprisingly luxurious Underground Palace. It also resembled an ancient tomb, because it was filled with coffins.
The coffins were covered with runes that shimmered with flowing light. In front of each stood an incense altar with memorial tablets. The one closest to Shen Youling had the name "Xi Menghan" carved in large characters.
Next to it was one engraved with "Luo Jiaye."
And beside that, "Qin Xianxian."
After that, and then the one after that... they were all female names. And they all gave Shen Youling a sense of familiarity.
Could they… all be my past lives?
This absurd thought flashed through her mind. The ancient tomb was grim and chilly, the air thick with yin energy. Yet Shen Youling wasn't scared. Instead, she felt increasingly at ease, as if… she had come home.
