Those disjointed short passages almost seemed to fill an entire wall. They were not etched out at the same time but instead told of the owner's slow and gradual decline into pure hopelessness and utter despair.
What puzzled Jun Wu Xie was, the owner of the stone house was not someone from the Middle Realm. From the lines of words he had left behind, it was not hard to decipher that he was from the Lower Realm and had was a man who enjoyed a high and illustrious station in life, possibly a ruler of a country or a member of an imperial family.
But he had caught the eye of the people from the Twelve Palaces and offered an avenue to attain the purple spirit as a condition in exchange for becoming their puppet and led to come here to the bottom of the Heaven's End Cliff.
