Yu Nian’an was frightened by Qi Xia’s appearance.

“Ah…?”

“Will you stand on that land filled with the smell of blood and wait for me?!” Qi Xia wailed. “Will you wait for me in that living hell?! Will you wait for me beside piles of corpses?! How can I escape from there and come back?! How exactly can I see you?!”

“Xia… you…” Her lips trembled, not knowing what to say.

“An… do you have anything else you want to say to me?!” Qi Xia’s tears flowed uncontrollably. The intense heartache was like sharp knives stabbing into his heart. “I’m about to wake up! I’m going to wake up soon!! I want to hear you speak… Can you talk to me more? Say anything at all… I just want to be with you right now… Because the moment I open my eyes it’s a living hell!”

“But I’m right here…” Yu Nian’an’s eyes also became somewhat red. “Xia, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden? You’re scaring me a bit like this… Haven’t we always been fine?”

“I’ve lost! I’m going to lose!” Qi Xia shouted, lost in despair. “An! They’ve taken you away from me! I thought I could escape from hell and come back to live the same life as before with you… but I was wrong. Now I’m using all my strength just to dream of seeing you once… For this one glimpse I’ve been struggling and crawling through hell for decades!! But I’m about to believe it!!”

“Believe… what?”

“I’m about to believe that you don’t exist at all!” Qi Xia’s whole body was trembling. He reached out and grabbed Yu Nian’an’s arm. “All the answers lead to this path!! Tell me what should I do?!”

The look in Qi Xia’s eyes revealed a completely collapsed faith. He seemed to despair of everything.

“I… don’t exist?” Yu Nian’an smiled through her tears. “Xia, do you know? In this world there are many Dao roads…”

“Boom!!”

Qi Xia was startled by the sudden loud noise. He turned his head to look out the window.

The sky outside was cracking open, sprinkling down starlight.

He discovered that what Yu Nian’an said today seemed somewhat different from before.

This passage he had heard countless times actually had an extra word.

“An… what do you mean… in this world there are many ‘Dao’ roads?” Qi Xia asked with trembling lips. “Didn’t you say… ‘roads’ before?”

“Xia, do you know?” Yu Nian’an’s eyes gradually became lifeless, leaving only one sentence in her mouth. “In this world there are many Dao roads, and each…”

Qi Xia felt somewhat frightened. He quickly released his grip on Yu Nian’an’s hand and abruptly retreated several steps.

“Right, do you know?” Another voice sounded by Qi Xia’s ear—it was actually a male voice he had never heard before.

He hurriedly looked around and found there was no one nearby at all. In this empty little room there were only himself and Yu Nian’an.

Qi Xia turned his head to look out the window again. The crack outside grew larger and larger, and the sun in the sky began to contract at this moment.

“What… what is this?!” Qi Xia shook his head, feeling everything beginning to become chaotic.

“Xia, do you know?”

“Right, do you know?”

One male and one female voice simultaneously sounded by his ear, making every hair on Qi Xia’s body stand on end. It seemed something ancient was being awakened.

“In this world there are many Dao roads…”

“There are three thousand six hundred schools of Dao methods…”

Those two voices merging together constantly impacted Qi Xia’s brain, making him completely unable to think. The crack in the sky above kept growing larger, instantly echoing with earth-shattering sounds.

“And each person has their own road…”

“And everyone holds their own seed root…”

Hearing these two sentences simultaneously, Qi Xia felt as if he had heard something extremely terrifying. He felt himself becoming ice-cold from head to toe, but he had no idea where this sense of terror came from. He only knew this feeling couldn’t be shaken off no matter what, continuously circling around him.

Who is it?

What is he saying?

“Xia, do you know? In this world there are many Dao roads, and each person has their own road.”

“Right, do you know? There are three thousand six hundred schools of Dao methods, and everyone holds their own seed root.”

Qi Xia kept retreating backward until he hit the door. The Yu Nian’an before him had completely lost human color and was just repeating this sentence like a tape recorder.

And every time she recited it once, another man’s voice would appear together by Qi Xia’s ear.

These two voices were like two curses, continuously circling in his brain.

“What ‘three thousand six hundred schools of Dao methods’…?” Qi Xia felt it was somewhat difficult to understand. “Who are you?!”

Countless memory fragments were frantically colliding in Qi Xia’s brain.

Man-Dragon’s voice echoed in Qi Xia’s ear at this moment: “As long as you can collect three thousand six hundred ‘Dao’…”

Baihu’s aged voice then sounded: “What is ‘Dao’… Three thousand six hundred? So that’s it… so he still remembers the master’s words…”

There are three thousand six hundred schools of Dao methods, and everyone holds their own seed root.

I want you to go collect three thousand six hundred “Dao.”

In this world there are many roads.

Qi Xia now had only one thought… he had to escape.

If he continued staying here, he would really go mad.

Trembling all over, he turned back and opened the door, finding outside was a long corridor, with wooden doors on both sides of the corridor.

“Xia…”

“Right…”

“In this world there are many roads…”

“There are three thousand six hundred schools of Dao methods…”

Stop talking…

Qi Xia kept shouting in his heart: “Stop talking… Stop talking…”

“And each person has their own road.”

“And everyone holds their own seed root.”

He kept running forward in the corridor, only feeling the worn wooden floorboards beneath his feet creaking, and the doors on both sides opened one by one at this moment.

“Everyone stop talking…” Qi Xia shouted trembling. “What exactly do you want to do…?”

“And each person has their own road…”

“And everyone holds their own seed root…”

“Shut up!!”

Qi Xia shouted wanting to cover his ears, but he suddenly felt thick fur by his ears.

“What…?”

He slowly stopped in his tracks, looked down in disbelief, saw his hands covered with white fur, and once again felt his brain become blocked.

“I am…”

“Baiyang big brother…”

A childish voice sounded behind him. Qi Xia slowly swallowed his saliva, then turned around very slowly.

He saw a rotted, blackened mummy standing behind him, holding several Dao in her hands.

“Baiyang big brother…” That mummy slowly raised her hand in front of Qi Xia.

Seeing this mummy, Qi Xia didn’t feel horror, only felt a deep sense of guilt crash into his heart like a train.

“Mouse…?” He involuntarily blurted out.

In the next second, the mummy’s already unclear facial features twisted, then something like a mouth slowly opened.

“Baiyang big brother, you really didn’t deceive me.” The mummy kept laughing. “The next time you see me… no matter what I’ve become, you really can recognize me…”