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In the Celestial Realm, there is no night, nor is there a fondness for it. The Underworld, on the other hand, is the complete opposite, an eternal silence enveloped in darkness. The only sources of light are various shades of Ghost Fire, casting eerie colors that would make even a normal person appear ghostly.
Upon entering the Hall, two familiar figures came into view. They had hardly changed; one sat in a wheelchair transformed by Ming Li, while the other stood behind with twin ponytails. Xian Kong had a handsome face, reminiscent of an otherworldly sage, but they both hailed from the same Eerie World—who knew who? That sage-like aura was merely an illusion.
What was this person thinking? Yun Zhi Yue couldn't comprehend it at first. Back then, she had conspired with Song Huai to send him to the Underworld. These two were completely oblivious and had jumped into the Underworld alongside Song Huai. Was this something normal people would do?
"Duchess of the Underworld," he greeted casually. "Long time no see."
"Indeed," she replied. "It's been a while. You call me by name, yet what about your legs?"
Xian Kong shrugged nonchalantly. "I’ve grown accustomed to being disabled. Now that I’m a spirit, my legs have naturally recovered. Still feels off; sitting in a wheelchair is more comfortable."
Yun Zhi Yue's cheeks twitched. "Your preferences are truly unique. I’ve never understood it—why not just live well? What brings you down here with Song Huai?"
It was then that the mute figure of Chen Xi spoke up.
"I’ve already passed through the Eerie World and found it dull. Once I discovered that your Ming Di realm is a much broader world, I became curious and sought an opportunity to come down."
Yun Zhi Yue understood now; this man belonged to that type who constantly sought thrill and the unknown.
How should one put it? Such individuals were prone to self-destruction yet could also reach great heights.
She glanced at their cultivation levels and was astonished. Song Huai was already formidable enough as it was, but these two ordinary humans had somehow leveled up to the Imperial Heaven Realm after death!
Xian Kong smiled lightly. "Our rapid advancement owes much to when the Nine Halls Yama sent us into the Evil Ghost Path; we thrived there."
The Duchess of the Underworld knew closing the Evil Ghost Path wouldn’t be easy, but I believe you can manage it. Chen Xi and I are willing to guide you back into the Evil Ghost Path.
Yun Zhi Yue cut straight to the point: "What do you want? Or what has Song Huai promised you?"
Xian Kong gazed at the shrouded night over Ninth Hall. "Song Huai promised us that Ninth Hall would belong to Chen Xi and me in the future."
Hei Shijiu's expression darkened. "The position of Yan Luo is not something you can aspire to! Song Huai occupies Ninth Hall so easily because of his noble status; what do you think Ten Yama Kings are? This isn’t just wishful thinking—it's a dream!"
A dream? How does Lord Hei Shijiu know that his life isn't just a dream? Dreams require courage to envision change—what does the Duchess of the Underworld think?
Yun Zhi Yue showed no hesitation as she replied: "What Song Huai promised you can be honored by the Empress, provided you have the capability to hold your ground. If you seek the position of Yan Luo, being merely at the Imperial Heaven Realm isn’t enough."
As the dawn light broke, Chen Xi rolled her eyes and said, "Of course we know that, which is why we want to seek a breakthrough in the Evil Ghost Path. Do you really think we would sacrifice ourselves just to pave the way for you?"
The atmosphere became awkward after her words.
Xian Kong quickly interjected, "Children speak without restraint; Duchess of the Underworld, please forgive us."
Yun Zhi Yue replied, speechless, "So many have already died; how can this still be considered childish? Let's skip the hypocritical negotiations and head straight to the Evil Ghost Path. Lead the way."
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