With a flourish of his blade, he spun it in a flash before sheathing it.
"The appearance of the two Ghost Emperors—does that represent the stance of Great Emperor Fengdu and Great Emperor Dongyue? As the reverse side of the Main World, they ultimately cannot escape Primordial's great hand of fighting for power and profit."
"The underworld was already turbulent and unsettled. Its order was unstable, chaos kept cropping up, and the guiding of souls came and went in fits and starts."
"I think the Ghost Emperors and the true great powers of the underworld are not deliberately targeting the Buddhist Sect. They reject every teaching, unwilling to see the order of the netherworld destroyed. That aligns with our goal: to prevent the Myriad Worlds from becoming one color and one face, to prevent the worlds from dying. A riot of colors and forms is what the Myriad Worlds ought to be."
"Why did they have to make a move against the two of us?"
"They had to pick a target to begin their plan of encroachment. Small moves without end would slowly make the outside world accustomed to it, then they would keep raising the stakes until they dug out a huge pit."
"The world is truly complicated. Those old politicians really know how to stir things up. Even setting up a stall doesn't come with any peace."
"Stop selling junk at your stall. How many dead ghosts would be willing to sell their souls? Change professions."
"Hard. Other than peddling, the nature I inherited also includes practicing medicine."
"Practicing medicine..."
The ponytailed girl's mouth twitched. The underworld was full of dead ghosts; no matter how superb one's medical skills were, they were useless here. Dead ghosts would not catch colds or come down with wind-chill, and there were