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.

recover. He accompanied his daughter in the Underworld as they searched for a way to restore their spirits and bodies. Both he and his daughter had

the long run, even if it lasted for a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years, what would

soul would depart, and he would

at the border between the mortal world and the Underworld. Only in a new world and a new path would there

it had all been

was the last resort he

“Protect our daughter…”

“I will.”

Jean, one that he had yet to

he had still failed to embark on the path that he and his daughter were meant to

cave, petals from the flowering tree fell, causing

asked in

clench his fists, the ghost felt as if he was about

speed, the unlucky ghost pointed toward the room inside the cave. “Lilly went

up, still feeling a bit unsteady. He

the strange feeling. Blake was still himself, yet there

Pablo quickly glanced at

Blake released himself from Pablo’s support and walked towards

“This beaded curtain acts as a barrier; regular people

Blake nodded, “I know.”

prepared to speak further, Blake lifted the bead curtain and effortlessly

Pablo was left speechless.

ghosts stood

from behind a distant stone wall,

What’s happening?

were

Pablo, the cowardly ghost, and the harem spirit had a peculiar gleam

cabinets, hoping to

vanity table but

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

was a spacious wardrobe and a

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