When Fang Chen and the others returned to the Core Space of the Ghost Realm, they found that the Thatched Cottage, which had been blown apart earlier, had somehow been restored.
"Huh? How did the cottage come back? That's amazing!"
Myna bird stared at the cottage in surprise.
Fang Chen and the others were just as astonished.
Seeing their expressions, the Ghost Immortal Emperor smiled faintly. "This cottage was formed from the Ghost Realm's laws. Even if it's blown apart, it can restore itself in no time! It's like water in a well. Draw it all out, and before long, the well is full again!"
"So that's how it works!"
At his explanation, understanding dawned on them all.
The Ghost Immortal Emperor did not invite them into the cottage. Instead, everyone sat in a broad circle on the open ground outside.
He sat on a stone stool, his white hair gleaming softly beneath the golden light filtering past the eaves. His complexion had returned to normal after the battle, but a trace of steady weariness still lingered between his brows.
His gaze settled on Fang Chen. In his clouded old eyes was the gentle scrutiny of someone who had weathered the ages, like an elder who had seen countless lives change and now looked upon a younger man who made him proud.
"Fang Chen, you saved the Ghost Realm, and you saved me!"
His voice was soft, yet everyone present heard it clearly. "I owe you my life, and a debt of karma beyond measure!"
Fang Chen shook his head. "You give me too much credit, senior. Back then, seven Immortal Emperors sacrificed themselves to forge the Ghost Realm, leaving humanity a final fortress in the Land of Ending. What I've done is insignificant beside their achievements!"
The Ghost Immortal