Pact of the Rock: From Corpse in a Slave Camp to Lord of the Ancestral Pact

He inherited the memories and sense of smell of beasts that had died. Every time he touched a bone, the despair of an animal flooded his mind. Zhong Liyue spent sixty years splitting the key into four pieces, waiting for someone to make the journey. The iron ring could not lock away memories. It locked the bones' frequency. On the back of the iron bar at his waist, six words were engraved: See it through. Don't look back.

[Dark Suspense] [Beast Blood] [Bone Flowers] [No CP]