“He’s dead… Fuxi’s really dead!” The little fox flashed into human form and cried soundlessly in front of the demon god’s tomb. Grief and sorrow overcame Lu Yun and Qing Yu as well.

Lu Yun thought back to when he’d first met Fuxi and how stunned he’d been to learn that the demon god was Wayfarer. Though Fuxi hadn't given Lu Yun much aid in the great wilderness, his existence had shone like a beacon of light, guiding the lost Lu Yun to the right path.

Who would've thought that their goodbyes in the chaos would be the final farewell?

Fuxi really had died in his mission to the chaos!

“So who built the tomb then?” Qing Yu murmured to herself. “There’s no heaven and earth in the chaos, no feng shui, no great dao… but here we have a structure that conforms to the layout of burial. Was it created by the unknown existence that inherited Fuxi’s identity?”

Qing Yu had started learning the ways of feng shui and burial from Lu Yun, so she could tell from a quick scan that the tomb in front of them was constructed...