He recounted his journey from the very first visit to himself until his own death, all his emotions poured forth.
Feng Yu sealed Su Yan's corpse in a massive ice cellar.
He fed her an elixir that would preserve her body from decay.
He held her, day after day, day after day.
Like illness, like madness, like a demon possessed.
Su Yan floated midair, accompanying him, listening to his words, watching his despair and madness.
There was little change in her facial expression, only sometimes her hands would gently clench, then relax, relax then clench again.
This companionship lasted for a hundred years.
In the fifth year.
In the Cultivation World, rumors spread that "there is a Demon Pill, refined from the souls of ten thousand people, drawn by the blood of a thousand, that can resurrect the dead."
And this rumor reached Feng Yu's ears.
Since then, the entire Cultivation World faced what came to be known as a century of dark calamity.
