The long-haired young man stopped screaming, and the sound of Tidings disappeared.
Li Zhiyuan pressed his right fingertip into the ink pad, quickly smearing it onto the young man's forehead, activating Walking Yin while the Feng Shui weather around him reversed.
In the boy's vision, a blurry scene appeared.
In the scene was a majestic hall, with dragons and phoenixes carved on the sides, but there were countless corpses lying on the steps; some had been dead for so long they'd become mummies, while others had clearly not been dead for long, and heavily injured people were crawling for help.
Above the corpses, on the topmost step, a white dog with an ethereal body was feeding on the spirits from these corpses to make itself solid again.
This, was the real Tidings!
However, facing Li Zhiyuan's "gaze," the little white dog was completely unaware.
This meant that the one who intercepted the curse extension was not the little white dog itself.
