After a moment of contemplation, Qian Mo ultimately did not complete the talisman in his hand. He waved his hand, disrupting the nearly finished light trace, which slowly dissipated.
"I wonder what brings you to this place at such a late hour. You must know that the human soul is separated by vast distances. No matter how powerful you were in life, you are now a Specter. Disturbing the human realm recklessly is already a grave sin, and attacking an Embalmer is even worse. With your abilities, you surely understand this, don't you?"
With both hands clasped in a salute, Qian Mo first bowed to the highest peak in the distance. In his perception, there was an incredibly powerful energy fluctuation atop that mountain. It was a force he had never encountered since awakening at the age of twelve.
"Understand? Of course I understand! My entire life has been obsessed with the concept of 'understanding.' I became famous for it during my lifetime and enjoyed the reverence of others. Yet, I never expected that knowing too much would lead to my own demise. I have understood so much throughout my life, yet I do not even know who my killer is! Embalmer, what use is your knowledge to me?"
Qian Mo did not anticipate that a mere attempt at self-preservation would strike a nerve with this Maze Master. With such a high hit rate for trouble, perhaps he should try buying a lottery ticket? His old man had said that threatening someone when faced with an unbeatable opponent was always effective—how could he encounter someone today who was unafraid of boiling water? Was this person truly as stubborn as a dead pig?
"Hahaha, Embalmer, are you afraid? To tell you the truth, my Mountain Water Maze has perfected the Five Elements Mysterious Gate and operates under the principles of Zhou Tian Xing Chen. Once trapped inside, unless I choose to release you, even deities cannot escape! You are not the first living person to fall into this place, nor will you be the first to escape! Hahaha, I never expected that after sleeping for decades and just waking up, I would not only seek some knowledge from that old man as nourishment but also capture such a young and talented Embalmer! This journey has not been in vain!"
The owner of that clear voice seemed capricious; just moments ago he was madly agitated by being poked at his sore spot, and now he was full of pride.
"Old man, let me be frank with you: my status within the Embalmer lineage is quite significant. Are you not afraid that my clan will pursue you relentlessly?"
Qian Mo realized that this capricious Specter had no intention of letting him go. He decided to abandon his previous polite demeanor and adopted a more threatening approach based on the principle of enjoying himself regardless of life or death.
"Hehe, your Embalmer lineage does have some tricks up its sleeve. However, you are merely human with limited lifespans; this inherently limits your abilities. Moreover, your power complements that of Specters. Originally, you could extend your lifespan using Specter energy. Yet since the great upheaval five thousand years ago, there are fewer and weaker Specters still existing in this world. Lacking quick sources of vitality and relying solely on personal cultivation can only take you so far. I have existed in this world for far too long; it seems your Embalmer heritage is continuously diminishing before my eyes. What do I have to fear?"
To be honest, Qian Mo himself did not expect this Specter to understand so clearly the history and current state of the Embalmer lineage. What he spoke was indeed reflective of their situation: during the ancient Primordial Era and Primordial Chaos, chaos reigned and all races contended against each other. In those bewildering times, survival was paramount. In such turmoil without great power, humanity appeared like ants struggling beneath the iron hooves of powerful alien races—beasts from various clans like demons, witches, monsters... along with countless perilous places—these formidable and dangerous factors could lead humanity to certain death!
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