The silence within the sealed dimension was heavy, as though it had not been disturbed in countless eons. Tian Lei's soul sight lingered on the massive coffin—its chains seemed to breathe, tightening and loosening in rhythm like a heart that refused to die.
Yet it was not the coffin that drew his gaze next. Amid the scattered relics, half-buried under cracked jade slips, rested a single folded letter. Its paper was yellowed with time, yet astonishingly intact.
With a flick of his soul sense, Tian Lei lifted it into his hand. The parchment was brittle, its edges curling, but the ink upon it glowed faintly with soul power, ensuring its words endured the ages.
Unfolding it slowly, his eyes narrowed as he read:
"To the one who dares break my seal—
