No Successors

"I'm curious about something."

"After the Third Awakening of Eternal Night, both the Heavenly Court and the Spirit Mountain took action."

"Only the underworld seemed to have vanished into thin air. Aside from Meng Po stopping by Ghost Gate Pass for a moment, there had barely been any trace of it."

"What have you been doing?"

"Wasn't 'existing for the eternal survival of humanity' the underworld's slogan?"

Wang Ye's gaze instantly sharpened as he stared deeply at Lu Qing and spoke seriously.

He had long been puzzled by these questions.

His injuries had already recovered enough for him to move normally. Wang Ye stretched his body, then naturally picked up the Ghost Messenger Blade and used it as a cane to support himself.

Lu Qing paused.

His gaze swept over the Ghost Messenger Blade in Wang Ye's hand, and he sighed softly.

"I know you've never particularly trusted our underworld."

"But I want to say this."

"The underworld is no different from the Heaven Group."

"For all these years, our underworld has never interfered with anything in the mortal world. We have only carried out our duties."

"The Heaven Group dares to sacrifice itself for humanity. Our underworld is the same."

Lu Qing's words rang with conviction, carrying a trace of passionate fervor.

Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged. "Don't try to brainwash me. It won't work."

"Fine."

Lu Qing paused, looking somewhat regretful. "Before we went to sleep, we had already anticipated why Eternal Night would appear."

"We now have a rough understanding, though we still aren't completely certain."

"But at the very least, we've begun considering a solution, hoping to resolve this problem at its source."

Hearing Lu Qing's words, Wang Ye's expression gradually turned serious as well.

Everyone had their own guesses about Eternal Night, and Wang Ye