The departure of his mother made the Tomb Master lose the meaning to continue living, and he closed his eyes.

Although what is presented here is the past of "Zhao Yi" and the Tomb Master, Li Zhiyuan, as an observer, was still touched.

It wasn't until coming to Nantong that Li Zhiyuan encountered the Xuanmen and opened the door to another world.

But there is still an unavoidable point; until he returned to Nantong to see Grandmaster and the others, the past Li Zhiyuan never felt anything was missing in his life, nor did he feel anything was wrong with his life.

Because he had never possessed or even felt it, he would never realize he was lacking.

Sometimes, a person does not live solely for themselves; your existence is inherently an indispensable value in the lives of others.

Even if it's not present at the moment, it's the process of searching, discovering, and establishing that imparts meaning to the length of life.

The young man raised his head; someone else's story left a mark in his heart, and he was clumsily trying to capture and record it.

When he came back to his senses, he realized the Tomb Master, without him noticing, was no longer sitting but standing in front of him.

Even Li Zhiyuan isn't sure whether it was Zhao Yi's story or his own empathy that successfully touched him.

This was a genius, a buried genius, whose body still could withstand the simultaneous descent of three such beings years after his death, showing his talent was evident.

If he were still alive, he would indeed qualify to sit and chat with me and Zhao Yi.

Li Zhiyuan: "Do you regret it?"

The Tomb Master remained silent.

The young man knew it was the genius himself who buried himself; external factors had an influence, but they were not the main reason.

Zhao Yi's experiences as a child were even more painful than his, but Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and got through it. Admittedly, the Tomb Master's family couldn't compare to the massive Jiujiang Zhao family, but each time he was possessed by Yin Cha, it allowed him to divert and retain many things; it was just he didn't choose to face the difficulties head-on, with bloody hands, digging open the hard frozen soil above his head.

The Tomb Master spoke: "I regret it."

When he answered, his gaze was directed at the still-performing "Zhao Yi".

The torment phase of childhood had ended, and Li Zhiyuan didn't call to stop; the current "Zhao Yi" was in the thriving stage, regarded by the family as the hope of recreating the Dragon King.

Li Zhiyuan: "Unfortunately, you're already dead, no chance to start over."

Tomb Master: "Hmm."

Li Zhiyuan: "However, since you're already dead, you might as well throw a tantrum."

The Tomb Master laughed.

Li Zhiyuan: "Those past Yin Cha and such, they're all small fish and shrimp; this time on your body, there are three big ones, it's a great object for revenge."

Tomb Master: "Indeed."

At the next moment, Li Zhiyuan sensed the Tomb Master was completely "controlled" by him.

This was the most special experience of use since the young man learned to use the Black Book Secret Technique.

Rather than calling it "control," it was more a different way of deploying the Red Line; the Tomb Master's consciousness wasn't dominated by him, but collaborating with his instructions, working together.

Wei Zhengdao's Black Book Secret Technique emphasizes a kind of dominance; everything has a spirit and everything can be controlled by me.

Li Zhiyuan vaguely felt he seemed to have found a new development direction for this Secret Technique this time.

Ordinary corpses or even those Deadman corpses, to him now, controlling or not controlling them is meaningless, as they can't withstand a single shove from Run Sheng anyway.

And those once powerful corpses, instead of forcibly destroying and rebuilding, turning them into puppets in his hand, losing many abilities they had when alive, it would be better to take another approach, "awaken" them while granting them some freedom.

Li Zhiyuan didn't feel he was fantasizing; it's really not strange that the Black Book Secret Technique could be improved by him.

Because when Wei Zhengdao created this Secret Technique, he was in the "sick" stage, he had not yet started treating his illness.

In this regard, he absolutely surpasses Wei Zhengdao of the same period.

In outside reality, Meng Meng's poison bottles are almost consumed, he has to retract his consciousness to cope with the upcoming situation.

Li Zhiyuan prepared to leave, but as he was about to walk to the gray mist, he stopped, turned around, looked at the Tomb Master, and asked:

"You learn skill, fast or not?"

"Don't know."

He had never started, had no foundation.

"Who chose this tomb for you?"

"I chose it myself when I was alive."

"Why choose here?"

"Besides me, my mother has younger brothers and sisters; moreover, my family raised this waste of twenty years, I hope they all can live better in the future."

"You misunderstood my intention. What I ask is, what reason made you choose to be buried here?"

"Feeling."

Li Zhiyuan nodded.

Being possessed by Yin Cha for a long time isn't without leaving behind anything. He has seen much, experienced much from a first-person perspective.

It's akin to being in a classroom listening to lessons the whole time, just without a degree certificate, and not taking exams for grades.

Li Zhiyuan: "Then I'll teach you a skill; let's see if you can quickly learn it."

Tomb Master: "Whatever you do, I'll do the same."

Li Zhiyuan: "It's not the same. This skill, I can't lead you to do it, because then, I might already be disconnected from you."

Tomb Master: "How about for those three?"

Li Zhiyuan: "A huge surprise."

Tomb Master: "Okay, I'll learn."

In the outside reality, before Yin Meng's last batch of poison bottles is used up, Li Zhiyuan tells her internally that after the next round of attacks ends, retreat to switch Zhao Yi to the front, then prepare to perform the ritual.