In the Famous Swords Registry, the swords of all the immortal families in the Immortal Capital were listed. Almost every one had a name, except for Xiao Fuxuan's. No one knew the name of that sword, so in the end, they could only call it by the 'Mian' character on the blade.

However, legend had it that Xiao Fuxuan's sword did have a name, and that he hadn't been the one to name it.

But no one knew where the legend came from, let alone whether it was true.

***

Wu Xingxue gazed at the golden sword shadows protecting them and felt for some reason that such an outstanding sword ought to have a name.

Just as he was about to ask its owner, he saw the Immortal-Deposing Terrace outside the sword shadows tremble violently, as if the thing underneath had grown even more restless.

The great formation operated faster. The entire tomb, and even the entire Great Sorrow Valley, was trembling, suppressing the thing sealed beneath the Immortal-Deposing Terrace.

Everyone felt a buzzing in their heads. The thirty-three god statues slowly turned to face the Immortal-Deposing Terrace, like a silent encirclement.

Then, as the restlessness of the Immortal-Deposing Terrace reached its peak, a faint voice suddenly sounded in the tomb. The voice was like wind passing through a chasm, chanting a name: "My disciple, Yun Hai."

"Yun Hai, stop this foolishness."

"Yun Hai, be quiet."

"Yun Hai..."

...

That voice was accompanied by the pressure of the giant formation. With each chanted phrase, the pressure grew heavier. The frantic trembling of the Immortal-Deposing Terrace came to an abrupt halt.

"Whose voice is this?" a young disciple from an Immortal Sect asked in a daze.

"Immortal Leader Mingwu, Hua Xin..." As a descendant of the Hua Family who had heard the immortal teachings, Yi Wusheng recognized it instantly.

Before, they had wanted to use the formation's eye to determine who was being suppressed in this place.

Now that the voice had spoken, there was no need.

According to rumor, Yun Hai had been devoured by an Evil Demon, and Hua Xin had then slaughtered that Evil Demon. Now, it seemed that might not be the whole truth.

It was more like Yun Hai had become the Evil Demon. Unable to kill him and unable to release him, Hua Xin had used a giant formation to 'never see the light of day for all eternity,' suppressing him here and sealing him for several hundred years.

***

The Immortal-Deposing Terrace fell briefly silent under the chanting of "My disciple, Yun Hai," but no one let down their guard.

"Is it suppressed now?" a young disciple from an Immortal Sect stared at the Immortal-Deposing Terrace, not daring to blink.

"Hard to say," Yi Wusheng said.

"Its restlessness was very sudden. Is it because we entered this place, and it got hungry upon smelling the scent of living people?"

"I don't know. Perhaps."

Wu Xingxue listened to their discussion, pondering it in his mind, when he suddenly heard Xiao Fuxuan say in a low voice, "Don't move."

"What is it?" Wu Xingxue was taken aback.

"Lower your head," Xiao Fuxuan said again.

The back of the neck was a vital point; no one would casually expose it to others. Wu Xingxue narrowed his eyes almost instinctively, but still nodded.

When Xiao Fuxuan's fingers touched the back of his neck, the muscles on the side of his neck tensed.

The sensation was very strange. Fortunately, Xiao Fuxuan only swiped a finger across it before withdrawing his hand.

Wu Xingxue raised a hand to rub the back of his neck, covering the lingering warmth, and looked up to ask, "What was it?"

Xiao Fuxuan frowned. "There's an extra mark."

Wu Xingxue's fingers paused. "A mark? What kind of mark?"

At the mention of a mark on the back of the neck, his first thought was of Yi Wusheng, Hua Zhaoting, and the others who had fallen victim in Great Sorrow Valley back then. They had all had marks on the backs of their necks, but by the time they were discovered, they had been scratched into an unrecognizable state, difficult to discern.

Sure enough, Yi Wusheng, who had vaguely overheard, hurried over. "A mark on the back of the neck? Is it the same as my mark?"

"We're in the same Great Sorrow Valley, and it's in the same spot. It's almost certainly the same," Wu Xingxue said. Though he couldn't see it, he could guess.

And so, the mark that had been impossible to see clearly on Yi Wusheng before finally revealed its original appearance.

Yi Wusheng exclaimed in shock, "This is... an Offering Seal!"

"Offering Seal?" Wu Xingxue asked. "Are you saying the mark on the back of my neck is the same as the ones on those statues of attendant boys and girls?"

"Yes." Yi Wusheng was stunned for a long time. Touching the crisscrossing scars on the back of his own neck, he murmured, "It's actually an Offering Seal..."

While they were speaking, Xiao Fuxuan had already checked the back of everyone else's neck.

Wu Xingxue asked, "Do they have it?"

"No," Xiao Fuxuan replied, his expression turning cold.

"Only me? That's not fair," Wu Xingxue grumbled softly, but in his mind, he was already calculating what he had done that the others hadn't.

Thinking about it, there was indeed one thing—lighting the incense.

Only he had picked out three sticks of offering incense and lit them for those statues of attendant boys and girls. Although that hadn't been his intention, it did indeed count as making an incense offering.

If the reason the Offering Seal appeared was due to the incense offering, then it would also explain what happened to those who fell victim in Great Sorrow Valley decades ago. Perhaps before entering the valley, in order to pray for a safe journey, they had offered incense at the Immortal Temple at the valley's entrance to the long-gone Mountain God of Great Sorrow Valley.

And so... the one suppressed beneath the valley floor had generously accepted them as believers.

"Why is it an Offering Seal?" someone asked, confused. "Isn't that used by Immortals to gather widespread incense offerings?"

"It's the same principle," Yi Wusheng said blankly. "When an Immortal uses it, all the incense offerings received by the god statues and Immortal Envoys marked with the Offering Seal go to the Immortal himself. If an Evil Demon uses it..."

If an Evil Demon uses it, then everything consumed by those marked with the seal also goes to the demon itself.

Yi Wusheng suddenly found the whole thing tragic and laughable. He and Hua Zhaoting had struggled to survive for over twenty years, only to end up serving as 'attendant statues,' unwittingly nourishing the one beneath Great Sorrow Valley.

"Ah!" The young disciple from the Immortal Sect hastily fumbled in his brocade pouch and said to Wu Xingxue, "Luckily, luckily we brought Dreamless Pills. If a mark like this appears, you must take one quickly. It can neutralize it."

Wu Xingxue took it, looked at the round pill between his fingers with some curiosity, then handed it back to the young disciple. "I don't need it. You should keep it. It'd be a waste on me."

"How can you not use it!" the young disciple said anxiously. "If you don't take it, you'll be possessed by an Evil Demon. You'll become a Demon Lord!"

"I'm afraid I can't be possessed, nor can I become one."

"Why?!" The young disciple was stupefied.

He then saw Wu Xingxue smile at him. "Because I already am one."