As Lin Qiye's voice fell, wooden chairs materialized out of thin air within the hall, and countless figures sat upon them.
On the left side of the hall sat the gods of Great Xia: Primordial Celestial Venerable, Taoist Celestial Venerable, Yang Jian, Queen Mother of the West, Monkey King, Nezha, Emperor Fengdu...
On the right sat friends and family from the human world: Zhou Ping, Old Dog Wu, Master Chen, Ye Fan, Zuo Qing, Lu Wuwei, King Mask, Hong Ying, Wen Qimo, Zhao Kongcheng, Lu Baoyou, Fang Mo... These figures appeared in the hall, yet remained as motionless as stone statues.
Within this nonexistent strand of causality, Lin Qiye could imagine every figure from his memories... even if they were merely spectators with empty shells.
Shen Qingzhu, Baili Pangpang, An Qingyu, Jiang Er, Cao Yuan, and the others sat in the front row, watching the center of the hall with smiles.
At this time, Baili Pangpang had yet to awaken as a Celestial Venerable.
An Qingyu had never betrayed Great Xia.
Jiang Er had not yet had her soul scattered.
Cao Yuan had not died at An Qingyu's hands.
Shen Qingzhu was still that cocky Shen Qingzhu.
Lin Qiye's bloodshot eyes swept over each of their former selves... and he smiled.
It was as if he saw his former self and Jialan in them. Those had been the happiest, most beautiful days in his memories.
In this deathly silent and oppressive wedding hall, two figures slowly stepped out.
Huo Qubing and Gongyang Wan swept their gazes across this resplendent red underworld hall, then across the lifeless audience seats, their expressions immensely complicated.
Their causality had long since been drawn into this by Lin Qiye. Aside from Lin Qiye, they were the only living people left in this venue...
"Lin Qiye..."