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8:Journey to the Burial mounds

Chapter 8: Journey to the Burial Mounds

The sun barely peeked over the horizon as Wei Ying trekked through the rugged paths that led toward the Burial Mounds. The weight of his decision lingered heavily on his shoulders, but there was no turning back. Lotus Pier was no longer home. There was nothing left for him there—nothing but resentment, both from others and now within himself.

The path ahead was unforgiving, much like his journey had been up until now. But Wei Ying’s resolve remained firm, strengthened by the one thing that had always comforted him in his darkest moments: the pull of the Burial Mounds. The eerie, almost unnatural energy that radiated from the place had called to him from a young age, offering him a sense of belonging that no other place could.

The terrain became rougher as he drew closer, the dense trees and rocky cliffs casting long shadows across the land. Each step took him deeper into the unknown, but Wei Ying was unafraid. If anything, he felt more at ease the closer he got.

He knew what lay ahead—resentment. The kind of energy that others feared, but to him, it was different. Resentment didn’t frighten him; it welcomed him, almost as if it recognized something in him. It had always obeyed his command, and he had learned to manipulate it long before anyone else could even sense its presence. That power had always been his secret, the one thing he had never dared to show anyone—not even Jiang Fengmian.

Wei Ying paused at the edge of a cliff, his eyes scanning the valley below where the Burial Mounds sprawled out like a dark, untamed beast. From here, it looked desolate, forsaken by the living. But Wei Ying knew better. Beneath the layers of decay and darkness, there was something waiting. Something powerful. Something that resonated with him.

The air here was thick with the stench of death and the whisper of lost souls. But Wei Ying took a deep breath, letting it fill his lungs as if to reassure himself that he could control it. He could harness it. This place would be his sanctuary.

As he descended into the valley, the atmosphere grew heavier, almost suffocating, but Wei Ying pressed on. The Burial Mounds had always felt like a part of him, an extension of his own soul. He was meant to be here.

It wasn’t long before he reached the heart of the Burial Mounds, where the resentment gathered most intensely. The dark mist swirled around him, but Wei Ying stood tall, allowing the energy to envelop him. It was almost comforting, like an old friend wrapping its arms around him.

“This is where I belong,” he whispered to himself, his voice lost in the wind. “This is where I’ll start again.”

But just as he began to settle into the eerie stillness of the place, he sensed something—or rather, someone—approaching.

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Curious???

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