Sincere Heart

How could anyone be this ruthless?

Would he rather abandon his mortal bloodline than cut off the path between the Duyi and the Noble Lords of this world?

Inside the Nether Hall, the two lofty Imperial Ghosts of the Halls wore looks of utter disbelief.

They simply could not understand this. They were no longer living people, and the knowledge they had gathered in body and mind had stopped growing the moment they died.

Unlike the Pond God, who was constantly replenished by new corpses buried in the pond, allowing its thoughts and understanding to keep evolving and stay abreast of the world's ways, they had clung to their individual souls' independence. All they knew was limited to what they had known in life.

Even if purple qi let them think like the living, their thoughts were still cold and stiff. They could not understand new ideas at all.

So they had never imagined that this descendant of a minor official would make such a despairing choice.

The worst part was that this choice would leave him with nothing. What, then, was he after?

As the founders of the Duyi dynasty and emperors who had established its realm, they had possessed grand ambitions and swept across the land. They had feared no one in life.

But now, for the first time, they felt afraid.

When you knew what someone wanted, even seeing them turn ruthless would not frighten you.

Only when you had no idea what they wanted, yet saw how resolute they were, did they become terrifying.

And amid that boundless terror, they listened closely—only to realize they could no longer hear the knocking outside the Nether Hall. For a long time, they had intermittently sensed someone in the mortal world making offerings to the Nether Hall.

But that