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.

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

dissipating day by day. In the long run, even if it lasted for a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years, what would it

would depart,

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 new world and a

it had all been in

calamities was the last resort he and his daughter

“Protect our daughter…”

“I will.”

one that he had

had still failed to embark on

the cave, petals from the flowering tree

asked in a hoarse

Seeing him clench his fists, the ghost felt

ghost pointed toward

stood up, still feeling a bit unsteady. He staggered and

Blake was still himself, yet there was something different about him as if he

Pablo quickly glanced at Blake’s

himself from Pablo’s

commented, “This beaded curtain acts

Blake nodded, “I know.”

to speak further, Blake lifted the

Pablo was left speechless.

ghosts stood in

behind a

What’s happening?

were utterly

and the harem spirit

boxes and cabinets, hoping to find something

rummaged through the vanity table but could not find

tea room, thinking that she might find some

was a spacious wardrobe and

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