Wang Ye had no good way to deal with this for the time being.
Although he knew ghosts would definitely become humanity's greatest hidden threat in the future, for now, his focus still had to remain on the Heavenly Court.
After all, once the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain fully revived, what they did would be no different from the ghosts.
Both drank human blood. The only difference was that one wrapped itself in a hypocritical outer shell, while the other was simply brazen about it.
That said, pressure brought motivation. Under the recent high-intensity pressure, Wang Ye's previously stagnant realm had actually begun to slowly improve again.
Though that tiny bit of growth was merely a drop in the bucket to him now, it was still enough to be a pleasant surprise.
"It's almost New Year again."
"After New Year, I'll find a way to steal Wang Ye's leg."
Wang Ye had already made his first plan for the new year.
The weather had been erratic lately. Eternal Night had not seen snow for several years, but it snowed today.
Heavy snow drifted down, its pristine whiteness blanketing the ground.
Before long, one ghost after another stepped on it without hesitation, destroying that unusual beauty.
Wang Ye felt a little wistful.
In this dark world, a blanket of pure white snow seemed utterly out of place.
As though it were cleansing the filth of this world.
Yet it was blindly overconfident, only to be tainted by that filth instead.
"I never realized I had a bit of an artsy side."
Wang Ye laughed at himself, then sorted through his countless storage containers. Only after confirming that more than half of them were still empty did he steel his resolve again and rekindle his fighting spirit.
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