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.

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

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

soul would depart,

the mortal world and the Underworld. Only in a new world and a new path would there be a chance for a fresh

had all been

into the mortal realm to experience calamities was the last resort

“Protect our daughter…”

“I will.”

one that he

yet he had still failed to embark on

cave, petals from the flowering tree fell,

asked

clench his fists,

the unlucky ghost pointed toward

unsteady. He staggered and leaned on

still himself, yet there was something

Pablo quickly

himself from Pablo’s support and walked

and commented, “This beaded curtain acts as a barrier;

Blake nodded, “I know.”

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

Pablo was left speechless.

stood in

ghost peeked from behind a distant

What’s happening?

ghosts were

and the harem spirit had a peculiar

and cabinets, hoping to

but could not find any additional helpful

might find

there was a spacious wardrobe and a large

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