The fog moved crazily along the walls, like boiling water.
The walls gradually turned completely black.
And beyond the walls, all space had disappeared.
It was as if this wall was the endpoint of everything in the world.
The entire wall seemed to bring a certain silence.
But it was as if it were alive—
The fog wrapped around the walls, moving back and forth according to some rule, like countless writhing muscle fibers.
For a while.
Everything calmed down.
On the wall, lines of small characters gradually appeared:
"Oh existence who stands out from the many deaths, when you choose a power, the power also chooses you."
"Now please listen to the question:"
"Do you think of shaming your enemy when you place them in a dead land?"
Wu Xiaode was somewhat surprised.
He thought he had made himself clear and had made his choice, yet the power of the Death clan was also choosing him in return.
He subconsciously looked towards the Book of the Dead.