"This kind of rule is like being trapped here, unable to leave."
"A rule is a rule."
"Rules are a fundamental part of the world. They will not change because of anything."
"By serving the Heavenly Dao, we can gain limitless power within our limited lives. Isn't that a good feeling?"
"Everyone dies eventually. Why pursue that illusory freedom? Only power is eternal."
"And in the current Nine Domains World, only we can survive. Anyone stronger than us has died on the path of defying Heaven."
The white-robed scholar spoke with great calm.
After all, everyone had their own aspirations.
In their eyes, these were simply different ideals.
There was nothing shameful about obeying the Heavenly Dao.
It was what they believed to be right.
Hearing this, the Lord of the Dead also knew there was no possibility of communicating with the other side.
Neither of them could change the other.
Both were steadfast idealists.
It was only that some sought freedom, while others sought power.
"I want to know—who was Minglong in his Previous Life?" the Lord of the Dead asked.
Minglong was his adopted son, and the Lord of the Dead knew his strength very well.
But if Minglong differed from what he had imagined, then Minglong had clearly been concealing his true strength.
He had already been cautious down to the finest detail, yet he had never expected the Holy Court to place such an important figure at his side.
Fortunately, the intelligence in Minglong's hands was limited.
He had not told anyone about the Yin Qi Human Realm.
Not even his own adopted son knew of it.
That was one of the few pieces of good news at present.
As long as Xu Zimo could hold that place, it would be enough.
After all, the Lord