Guan Yue knew that at his level, karma was the one thing he could least afford to touch.
He had shown Li Xiang the way, and that had led those six young people into the Yellow Springs.
The crushing weight of that karmic debt had nearly become a crack in his martial state of mind.
If those six had truly died in the Netherworld, then he, Guan Yue, would have indirectly snuffed out six future Grandmasters of humanity.
That was a sin he could not bear.
But now he saw them.
Not only had they returned alive, but the six of them moved as one, carrying themselves like people who had carved a bloody path through an army of a million ghosts.
In the Netherworld's brutally hostile depths, those six youngsters had not been assimilated by Death Qi. Instead, they were like six peerless swords quenched and reborn in the Nine Nether Yellow Springs: sharper, and more unfathomable than ever.
"Good lad. I knew I was right about you."
Guan Yue's gaze lingered for a full five seconds on Li Xiang's face, hidden beneath the guise of a Corpse Ghoul.
He sent no private message and showed no sign of recognition. Only deep in his eyes was a glimmer of heartfelt relief and approval.
At last, that immense karmic debt had been resolved.
And seeing Li Xiang and the others emerge safely filled Guan Yue with a fierce pride he could scarcely put into words.
These were the Great Xin Dynasty's younger generation!
This was the backbone of humanity!
As long as young people could fight their way into and out of hell without losing their edge, humanity would never perish!
On Li Xiang's side—
When Guan Yue's gaze fell on him, Li Xiang kept his eyes lowered. Yet Autumn