Simply a Fool's Dream!

Those bewitching words were immensely stirring, setting the other lost souls' hearts ablaze and making them restless with temptation.

Not a single one present was willing to obediently queue up for reincarnation.

They had already died once, and had even glimpsed the underhanded dealings of the Three Realms and the secrets of heaven's design.

If their memories were wiped away and they entered the cycle of reincarnation once more, forgetting all past grudges, obsessions, and attachments, who could swallow such an indignity?

The unfinished business in their minds, the vengeance yet to be taken, the wishes yet to be fulfilled... which of them was not etched into their bones, impossible to let go even in death?

In the past, elite Ghost Messengers had stood guard in every corner of the underworld. Weak lost souls like them had not even dared entertain wayward thoughts.

But now, no one knew what major calamity had erupted outside. The only certainty was that the underworld had indeed fallen into serious trouble—and no small trouble at that.

A great number of experts had been urgently transferred to the front lines to suppress the unrest, leaving the forces remaining behind stretched thin.

Under such circumstances, if several powerful lost souls joined forces to break through and rush out of the underworld, it would not be mere fantasy!

Once they escaped, the sea would be wide enough for fish to leap and the sky high enough for birds to fly. From then on, they could roam free and unfettered—what exhilaration!

More and more lost souls' eyes lit up, their breathing quickening as they secretly rubbed their hands together in anticipation.

The air throughout the underworld quietly tightened, filling with a faint, barely perceptible scent of gunpowder.

Several Ghost Messengers responsible for patrols also vaguely sensed that something