As soon as the fingers touched his body, they instantly grew as if they were part of him, gripping tightly!
Witnessing this scene, Ying Xiu's eyes gradually became veined with a crimson hue, a hint of questioning confusion in their depths.
Since you're dead, why crawl back?
There's no place left for you evil ghosts in the mortal world, so why appear in his world and deprive him of the meaning of life?
He looked at his mottled, paper-like body.
What Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld, what Heir of Tianxi, what Three Sons of the Heavenly Dao.
The honors and pride of the past were nothing but the foundations for today's destruction.
How laughable that his whole life has been spent guarding and fighting for a life and suffering that did not belong to him.
From the day he was born, he was destined to be trapped in a cage of falsehood and early demise, unable to meet a good end.
That Dao Sword thought deceived everyone, but it couldn't deceive him.
