Forgotten Traces

My name is Wu Xie. I once thought every adventure was over and every mystery had been left behind.

Until I discovered that the most perilous tomb was, in fact, my own ruined body.

For decades, I delved into forgotten corners in search of an answer, bringing the “marks” of those tomb-raiding expeditions back into my body like trophies. Now they have all awakened at once, demanding payment for the past.

My life is heading irreversibly toward its end, and what comes even sooner than death is forgetting.

When both modern medicine and the mystic arts fail, our only way to survive is to return to the abyss of consciousness. At the very depths of my life, we will use our shared memories to build one final great tomb: the Heavenly Palace Above the Clouds.

Zhang Qiling uses his blood as a guide to light the way home; Fatty uses the past as his foundation to hold fast to my soul. This is not about robbing tombs, but about “soothing the soul,” laying to rest all the runaway memories within me.

This is a story about “marks”: how scars become brands, and how forgetting reveals the depth of love. As the sand in the hourglass runs out, I finally understand: Little Brother, you spent your whole life not guarding a secret, but protecting someone who was about to forget you.

The final chapter of the Iron Triangle is not in any ancient tomb recorded in the history books. It lies within my flesh and soul. With this last bit of clarity, I will tell them: even if I forget the whole world, my body will still remember how to love you all.

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