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 atmosphere 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.

He spread his spiritual sense wide, monitoring the changes occurring across the secret realm. The energy he had stirred wasn't localized; it rippled through the entire secret realm, triggering reactions in areas far beyond his immediate surroundings.

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