Faintly visible, deep within the Kneeling Corpse Pit, some corpses that remained motionless in their kneeling posture for countless years have started to climb upwards.
As for inside the high tower, the unrest only grows more intense.
Li Zhiyuan suspected that if he went down now, he would likely be facing a group of already risen Xuanmen dead.
Faceless Man: "Originally, I could barely keep them suppressed, but now, I no longer have that ability. This place is slowly spiraling out of control."
Li Zhiyuan remained silent.
The Faceless Man continued, "Since you don't believe in the wish for ascension, then do what you need to do, otherwise, it'll be too late."
Li Zhiyuan looked at the Faceless Man with some confusion.
Faceless Man: "What, is it strange? I did say that when I ascended to immortality, I would conveniently kill you, using your eyes as testimony, your blood as record, and your life as stone.
But now, hasn't the ascension failed?
