After preparing for so long and striving for so long, apart from his own ideals, a considerable part of what he had been waiting for was this very sentence from Mister Ji. Hearing Ji Yuan affirm his efforts so firmly, Xin Wuya and several of the ghost gods and ghost officials present finally felt at ease.
Yes, ideals. To a ghost cultivator whose cultivation had reached Xin Wuya's level, and to Underworld City and its many ghost cultivators, this seemed a rather distant word. Or perhaps the word itself was inherently distant from ghosts—after all, once one became a ghost, words such as hope and ideals naturally drifted far away.
Yet Xin Wuya and the ghost cultivators under the Underworld Main Hall—or rather, most of the ghost cultivators who had earned recognition—were a group of cultivators with genuine ideals.
Ji Yuan felt this especially deeply after coming to Underworld City this time. He had even sensed, from quite a few ghost cultivators and from Xin Wuya, the Underworld Emperor himself, an impassioned spirit of charging ahead in triumphant song.
"To tell the truth, upon hearing Mister Ji's words, Xin has finally been put at ease. The efforts of my Underworld Main Hall have not been in vain!"
Ji Yuan smiled.
"The achievements of the Underworld Main Hall have been plain for Ji to see. But there is one thing Your Majesty said incorrectly. Your efforts were not made for Ji to see, but for yourselves, for Heaven and Earth, and for all living beings. Ji is, at most, merely the one who set the questions."
As he spoke, Ji Yuan also sighed with emotion.
"Perhaps it is not obvious yet, but this is a matter that will alter the very layout of Heaven and Earth. The merit within it is