In the northeastern corner of the Taiping Continent, there lies a Lost Land, shrouded in complex and chaotic energy. It’s difficult for ordinary people to perceive what lies within from the outside.

The complex, chaotic energy resembles the growth of numerous black thorns. The Great Dao here is impassable, giving a sense of deathly stillness and sinking.

It’s like a graveyard.

In the northern sky, a beam of light suddenly appeared, breaking through the outer energy at extreme speed, leaving no identifiable object, only a black line like a spatial crack, which quickly closed up. Afterward, the place fell into deathly stillness and sinking once again.

Fan Wubing counted the time and entered the Slaughter Hall.

This place, which made him uncomfortable, was currently covered with a heavy mist.

The Slaughter Hall’s gates were wide open, welcoming everyone. But essentially, no one wanted to come to such a place, where even slight inattention could lead to spiritual pollution. As soon as Fan Wubing landed, he seemed to see bloody skeletons emerging from the ground, grabbing his ankles, attempting to drag him into Hell.

This was the curse of the Heavenly Dao that Jiang Sha suffered.

Even Fan Wubing, who had faced the devouring act of Ying Huo head-on, felt chills at this curse. He couldn’t help but wonder, if Jiang Sha didn’t intentionally restrain it, how exaggerated would this curse become? He would believe it if it turned a thousand miles into desolation.

After entering Jiang Sha’s palace, Fan Wubing followed the method previously informed by Liu Qingqing to unlock the restrictions, then proceeded to the deepest part.

After passing through a dimly lit corridor, he saw a barren courtyard, the wild grass there had a different aura from other places, swaying menacingly like a ghost market. Raising his hand, he suppressed an energy surge, dispelling the barrenness, then Fan Wubing entered Jiang Sha’s living quarters.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he was greeted by a strong scent of dust and decay.

A distinct "old person’s smell" lingered in every corner of the room. Withering, dilapidated, decayed. The oppressive feeling was even more severe than that of temples abandoned for decades.

Fan Wubing remembered, it definitely wasn’t like this before.

"It’s only been a month..."

He greatly disliked this feeling, as if waiting for the demise of a life. He has always had a unique obsession regarding life. Glancing at the purple-black coffin in the center, with dusty patterns on its surface, he lit a candle, illuminating every corner of the room, then while Jiang Sha was still unconscious, he began using various Great Dao methods to renovate the environment.

He removed filth, cleared dust, and refurbished the previously gloomy and eerie decor, making it bright and open.

Next, he brought a small stool, sat in front of the coffin, and observed the complex, obscure patterns on its surface.

With his current skills, even sensing these patterns was quite laborious. He had no idea where Jiang Sha had obtained this coffin. He couldn’t help but think, why choose a coffin as a bed? It’s so ominous...

a.m.,

The heavy patterns on the coffin slowly emitted a hint of purple light. The light moved along the patterns like a river unlocked, until all the patterns were filled, followed by the sound of a restriction being lifted. The coffin’s body trembled slightly, then stopped.

Fan Wubing hurriedly moved forward to push open the coffin lid, seeing a pair of delicate, white feet.

"Got it the wrong way around..."

Then, he adjusted and reopened the coffin from the other side, where he saw Jiang Sha.

She had already awakened, her eyes open. However, her eyes weren’t as bright as usual, appearing gray and lifeless. Her chest didn’t rise or fall, and the artery in her neck didn’t throb, making her not much different from a corpse.

Following Liu Qingqing’s instructions, Fan Wubing lifted her left hand.

Cold, soft as if boneless.

He slowly infused some vital energy from her fingertips, then pressed from light to heavy, moving from her fingers to the palm and base of the thumb, then to the wrist, forearm, and finally reaching the elbow, where Fan Wubing suddenly felt a pulse. Holding her wrist, he sensed the rhythm of life, waiting for it to stabilize before letting go.

Life force spread from her left hand to her entire body.

Fan Wubing fully opened the coffin lid, noticing for the first time that she was completely naked.

She was truly very thin, even thinner than Fu Manman at her thinnest, with her clavicles protruding distinctly, and the ribs beneath her chest etched out because of her lying position, her flat abdomen curving inward. It gave the impression that she might break her bones just by taking a couple of steps.

Especially her legs, even when pressed together, a clear gap remained between them.

Like a pale corpse, her supple body gradually enveloped in a hazy glow from the life rhythm emanating from her left hand, making it appear less bleak and imparting a unique gentleness. The dead air in her eyes dissipated, growing brighter, her lips parted, gaining some gloss and moisture, and her previously dry long hair became lustrous and smooth like ink.

The atmosphere of the whole room softened with her awakening.

She propped herself up with her hands, allowing her long hair to cascade down her back, and looked at Fan Wubing, saying, "You’re very punctual."

Fan Wubing didn’t say much, fetching clothes from a nearby wardrobe, including undergarments, innerwear, a middle layer, and an outer robe, four layers in total. The style, stitching, fabrics, and patterns were of the Immortal Continent’s type, not luxurious, but with a sense of substance.

As he was about to help Jiang Sha dress, she chuckled, "You need to light incense and bathe first."

"Oh, right, sorry, I messed up the procedure. Wait a moment, I’ll go prepare it." Fan Wubing paused after leaving the room, feeling puzzled. How did I end up like a servant?