He shook his head and let out another sigh. But the major Demon Races and the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty had blood feuds between them—an obstacle that could not be bypassed.
They had all once played a part in reducing the once-glorious Great World of Heavenly Fortune to desolation.
Such enmities could not be erased with a single sentence of "let bygones be bygones."
Swallow them, and it would all be over—none of these troubles would remain. If he did not swallow them...
He would have to ease the tension somehow.
The Eternal Emperor rubbed his brow and gave a bitter smile.
Having lived through countless epochs, he had never imagined that this day would come—that he would truly become an Ancestor. Not merely in name, but the real kind, one who had to worry over the lives and deaths of his juniors.
Ah, he would watch a little longer.
He withdrew his gaze and looked toward Li Hanxian beside him.
Li Hanxian sat cross-legged, dense yin baleful aura swirling around him.
Over the course of a year, his ghost cultivator realm had risen to the Undying Realm, corresponding to the level of a Heaven and Earth Great Venerable.
He was slowly refining half the essence of the ten Ghost Emperors, turning it into his own power bit by bit.
Thinking of this, the Eternal Emperor could not help but marvel—the deity who had opened up the Nine Netherworld truly had been a peerless genius.
Not only had he established the order of reincarnation, but he had also created the ghost cultivation system.
From mortals to Ghost Kings, from Ghost Kings to Ghost Emperors, an entire path of cultivation had been created by him alone.
Creator.
The weight of those three words was as heavy as Mount Tai.
And now,