Blake sat up abruptly, his body drenched in sweat.

At that moment, he could not distinguish between reality and illusion. More accurately, the illusory scenes were the reality of his past.

Blake found himself unable to escape from the memories of the past.

He was Emperor Prosper!

Once standing at the pinnacle of immense power, looking down upon the common people.

The fates of all beings rested in his hands, but ultimately, he failed to save the life of his most beloved daughter.

Blake…

Now, he was merely a mortal, a mortal who had journeyed to the Underworld to protect his daughter…

“Mr. Blake, are you okay?” the unlucky ghost called out from a distance, sounding concerned.

The harem spirit chimed in, “Mr. Blake, are you feeling alright?”

The cowardly ghost furrowed his brow, observing the situation.

Pablo asked, “Are you okay?”

Blake gave a slight shake of his head. “I’m fine.”

He lifted his gaze, pressed his lips together, and looked around.

What played in his mind was that scene…

Lilly ascended to the Ninth Paths, vowing to break the shackles of The Order, only to be crushed to death…

He had given everything, even his own life, to bring her back and send her to the Hell Ruler Palace to suppress her soul.

More than a hundred years later, amidst the secret power struggles among the ten Hell Ruler Palaces, his daughter finally awakened, intercepting and killing the ruler of the Hell Ruler Palace at that time, seizing the position of the Hell Ruler with an unrivaled force.

Underworld as they searched for a way to restore their spirits and bodies. Both he and his daughter had transcended

fade away, dissipating day by day. In the long run, even if

would still die, his soul would depart, and he would cease

ice pond was constructed by him for his beloved daughter. He tried to create a new world at the border between the mortal world and the Underworld. Only in a

all been

the mortal realm to experience calamities was the last resort he and his

“Protect our daughter…”

“I will.”

his promise to Jean, one

to embark on the path that he and his

the flowering tree fell,

he asked

had been observing Blake’s every move. Seeing him clench his fists, the ghost felt as if

unlucky ghost pointed toward the room inside the cave.

unsteady. He staggered

could not shake off the strange feeling. Blake was still himself, yet there

didn’t change, did you? Pablo

from Pablo’s support

trailed behind and commented, “This beaded curtain

Blake nodded, “I know.”

speak further, Blake lifted

Pablo was left speechless.

ghosts stood in

from behind a

What’s happening?

were utterly

the harem spirit had a peculiar gleam in their

boxes and cabinets,

the vanity table but could not

into the tea room, thinking that she might find some tea leaves, but

there was a spacious wardrobe and

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