I Can’t Help It Either

This myth was not unheard of in the Bound of Universe. The ones that Feng Guohai knew about already numbered more than a dozen. He was shocked, but not astonished. He even strangely felt like it was somewhat reasonable that it would eventually resurface.

"Not the God's Grave," said Yun Yang, "More like the Spirit's Grave…"

"The Spirit's Grave…" Feng Guohai repeated the words with a mouth that had somehow dropped wide open, his eyes filled with surprise.

He had never heard of this name. Where and how did it come by?

"Actually, I don't know what the Spirit's Grave means either. I just discovered these words when I entered and so I am recounting them as it is."

Yun Yang sighed softly.

"I struggled with all my power then, but I made only a few steps. However, it was within these few steps that the wounds peppered all over me, internal or external, were wholly healed."

"Then I realized there were countless purple crystals in front of me…"