For a while, silence returned inside the Flying Shuttle.
Little Fear felt that if this were true, it really was highly classified knowledge. But the problem was:
Didn't the followers of Pitfall Fire Hell know whether the Blood Prison King was dead or alive, or whether he was still in office? Even if the ordinary followers didn't know, did the higher-ups not know either?
"If the higher-ups didn't know... then they must be so weak that Myriad Gods Hall could wipe them out with a flick of the hand. How could they have kept this going until now?"
Wei Su Yi once again praised Little Fear's analysis. "Your mind really is sharp, and you have a very thorough grasp of common social sense.
"Indeed, the higher-ups of Pitfall Fire Hell—at least the higher-ups back then—must have known that the Blood Prison King was no longer in office. But to keep the sect running and preserve the corresponding power and benefits, even if they knew, they had to pretend they didn't.
"Over the past seven thousand years, the sect's upper ranks have changed through generation after generation. The matter has grown very blurred. They have even developed a complex theoretical framework to explain this state of 'vacant higher office.'
"They neither acknowledge that the Blood Prison King is absent from his position, nor explicitly deny it.
"In short, it's a muddled account, the result of layers upon layers of accumulated sectarian understanding... Seven thousand years is a very long time."
It really was a long time, even if it was actually still two or three hundred years short of seven thousand.
Little Fear blinked, then continued asking step by step. "Since there isn't one, why hold a God Descent ritual?"
Wei Su Yi laughed. "Because this kind of 'nonexistence' cannot be