"Innocent people? No, they are not innocent. They are Immortal Hall's most loyal servants. They should devote their entire lives to the Immortal Hall."
"I will lead them to immortality."
The old man's indifferent words drifted into Ye Lin's ears, and Ye Lin could not help but shake his head, his face full of lament.
This dynasty—every living being within this secret realm—was nothing more than pitiable.
They had all died a very, very long time ago. What remained here was merely an extraordinarily special obsession, one the old man before him had forcibly preserved.
The old man controlled every one of these beings. All of them were under his control.
By leaving behind an obsession here, their true souls could not be reborn or enter reincarnation.
At intervals, the old man would erase their memories and implant the identity of Immortal Hall servants deep within them.
In other words, they had remained here for countless ages. They could neither dissipate nor leave.
Everything lay within the old man's control.
What kind of cruelty was such a method?
To drag back a being that had died many years ago and condemn it to never be reborn for all eternity—this was what true eternal damnation meant.
Their memories were erased again and again, leaving them to linger here in a muddleheaded haze.
This was also why Ye Lin could not erase them completely. Obsessions could not be erased.
As time passed, the old man had branded the identity of Immortal Hall servants deep into their hearts. The deeper this brand became, the harder it was to erase their obsessions.
And so the cycle continued. It could be considered a form of immortality, but this sort of immortality was better off not existing.
"Immortality? Is this your so-called immortality? Making them remain