Chaos Begins, Five Tombs Appear

Zhao Yin smirked as The Chronicle of the Eternal Soul dissolved into motes of black light and returned to his glabella.

The ancient tome, a relic of forbidden knowledge, had served its purpose.

The atmosphere around him remained heavy with yin and corpse qi, which continued to spiral outward, infecting the air with a foreboding chill.

His dark robes billowed in the unnatural wind as he stepped back, retreating further into the shadows of the dense forest. His expression was one of cold satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

"Let's see how they handle this," Zhao Yin muttered, his voice barely audible over the faint howls of the dead that echoed from the fissures around him.

The ground beneath his feet was cracked and lifeless, the vegetation withered and blackened by the overwhelming yin energy he had unleashed. The air also seemed to tremble, as if the secret realm itself recoiled from the disturbance he had caused.