"Zhao Dayuan, the genius who once held humanity's greatest hope of surpassing the King Realm." As the King of Reincarnation spoke, he opened a small brocade pouch he carried. Space rippled, and a bottle of fine liquor and a plate of peanuts appeared out of thin air.
"Back then, the Netherworld was still called the Imperial Guards, and I wasn't the King of Reincarnation yet."
"But we only borrowed a title from the court of that era to make it easier to operate everywhere. We didn't have much to do with the court."
He crouched down, placed the peanuts on the grave mound, and plopped onto the ground. Then he actually took the bottle and started drinking by himself, occasionally tossing a peanut into his mouth.
This was somewhat different from the memorial offering Jiang Chen had imagined.
Seemingly noticing his astonishment, the King of Reincarnation laughed freely. "That boy Dayuan came from poverty and hadn't seen much of the world. What he hated most was people wasting food. While he was alive, he reminded us over and over that if we ever came to pay our respects to him, we had to remember to finish the offerings before leaving."
After he finished speaking, his gaze grew distant, as though he were recalling something. He remained silent for a long time before speaking again.
"Back then, the trouble caused by Ghostly Beings and evil creatures wasn't too severe, but one evil sect had grown powerful. It was called the Sacred Soul Sect. Supposedly, it had obtained an ancient inheritance, and its methods were formidable."
"The Dao Alliance was at its peak. We weren't the main force fighting the Sacred Soul Sect, but because we protected ordinary people, the Imperial Guards were eventually targeted anyway. Three experts from the Sacred Soul