The shackles were inscribed with intricate divine patterns, likely left over from Myriadpath Valley’s prehistoric times. It required exceptional skill that modern techniques would struggle to replicate.  0

“By the way, you were born in Myriadpath Valley. Why’s your myriadpath ring black?” Tianming asked while carefully unraveling the layers of the shackles.0

“This thing? Qitian Xiao casually changed the color for me. Simple as that,” the old man replied, his eyes filled with anger and sorrow at the mention of that name. But at the same time, the passage of time had dulled his fury, leaving only melancholy bitterness.  0

“Why even bother?”...0