The Wraithlord before me had become utterly unstoppable, as if he now held complete dominion over the world. His entire being radiated a manic intensity—he shook his head repeatedly, laughing with wild excitement, then spun around in the darkness like a child.
"Is it really worth celebrating so much?"
With a sudden whoosh, the Wraithlord appeared before me, raising a hand in front of my face. I saw the Golden Soulstone in his palm.
"Isn't it genuine? What could possibly excite me more than obtaining my enemy's Golden Soulstone?"
I shook my head, silently gazing at the Wraithlord. He seemed truly delighted, in no rush to leave, and I didn't intend to ask anything either—instead, I was searching for a way to stall.
"You're not planning to leave yet?"
"There's no need to rush. I've dealt with a major problem. As long as Tan Tian dares to show himself before me, I'll crush the Golden Soulstone right in front of him. It's just like before—back then, I found Tan Tian extremely troublesome. He wasn't my match, but I couldn't kill him, nor could he kill me. We fought for a long time, and eventually I discovered the secret of the Golden Soulstone. Ever since, I've coveted it. After all, if the Golden Soulstone is destroyed, revenants can't maintain their forms—they'll turn to dust, leaving not even bones behind."
I watched as the Wraithlord slowly floated upward. In an instant, the surrounding darkness vanished, revealing a sky full of stars. What lingered in my mind was Luna Quay's final moment—I didn't know what she was thinking, but she seemed to leave this world with calm acceptance.
We stood in a forested mountain. The Wraithlord sat leisurely atop a tall tree, gazing into the distance at Haven City. I was still waiting for the right moment, but now I was trapped in a hopeless situation. With Tan Tian's Golden Soulstone in the Wraithlord's grasp, how could they possibly carry out their plan to imprison him in the Corpse Realm?
I began to have doubts—was the Golden Soulstone in the Wraithlord's hand truly real?