With five hundred years of lifespan, the departed Soul Spirits of the Ancient Text Society could be granted rebirth in the King of the Underworld's Pure Land.
Was that trade worth it?
Chu Ling could not answer.
Five hundred years was far too long. The civilization of the Five Continents had only existed for a little over six hundred years.
In five hundred years, one could watch the Northern Continent rise from desolate ruin, gradually develop, and eventually build the Great Wall that stretched for thousands of miles along its frontier.
In five hundred years, seas could turn to mulberry fields.
Yet five hundred years was also very short.
Each of the more than sixteen hundred departed members of the Ancient Text Society still had decades of time left. They had lives of their own...
To trade five hundred years for them to "live," for the stars to light up, for the night beyond the Red Gate to be completely illuminated.
"I think... this trade is worth it."
The radiance of truth hurriedly withdrew as well.
Turing's voice exploded within the lake of her heart. Zheng Na took a deep breath, her resolve firmer than ever, and immediately reached out to grasp that mass of Underworld Fire!
For example... Gu Changzhi.
The reason the spiritual void she entered this time was so stark white was that the disaster within the Underworld Fire had become too full and spilled over, staining the void white.
"Whew..."
In an instant, the entire daylight void was ignited by Blazing Fire, turning into a sea of flames!
The Su Xuan Wood rose to support the sky. Rooted deep within the Dead Sea Zone, it spread several long leaves, like a small umbrella.
The originally snow-white void was instantly dyed half-white at the moment the King