"Li Tianming is the reinforcements? What does that mean? It doesn't make sense. Then who is the corpse?" Empyrean muttered to himself. Seeing that Moon Spirit Ji had no intention of answering, he suddenly recalled her mention of "the Sequence Master and the others," and hurriedly asked, "The 'others' you just mentioned—who besides the Sequence Master are they?"
Moon Spirit Ji had known he would ask. Her eyes turned solemn, her heart filled with reverence. "Who else could it be? That one from the legends. He has never revealed himself, but he must exist. He is an existence above the Sequence Master. I suspect this 'besieging the corpse to strike the reinforcements' was his idea."
"That one..."
Upon hearing this, wild ecstasy finally surged onto Empyrean's face. He was too excited to speak, because he knew that even that existence had joined their camp. This meant the Unordered Universe was theirs to command. No matter how great their losses this time, they could make them back!
"You're right. With those two transcendent beings, even if we lose the small game, we will definitely win the greater game!" Empyrean said with immense excitement.
"Keep your voice down. Don't disturb the soul's return," Moon Spirit Ji said softly.
"Yes, yes, yes..." At the thought of the returning souls, Empyrean's excitement and grief mingled together, hatred and hope fused into one. He wailed, "My poor eight grandsons! Without them, what will our Moon Spirit Star Prison do?"
Moon Spirit Ji rolled her eyes at him. "Enough, stop wailing. I didn't have to put much effort into giving birth to those eight. I'm still young anyway. Once we unify the Unordered Universe, I can cultivate some more. From then on, our Moon Spirit aristocratic family will rule the Unordered Universe for countless ages!"
"Good!