"Perhaps this is an innate ability. Otherwise, it could be due to the years of cruel oaths I have made. Today, Emperor Yan's Hall has been purged. The ghostly cultivators are ruined. But this is not enough. What I swore was that one day, everyone that was stronger than me then would kneel before me. I want to become the strongest, so mighty that none would dare to humiliate me. I want everyone to kneel before me and beg for forgiveness! Otherwise, they can return to the west!"

The Ghostly Emperor was unhurried and calm as his blood red eyes lanced across the crowd. 

The truth was that his hate towards the ghostly cultivators was even greater. Thus, his earlier preparation to devour all ghostly cultivators was expected.

However, the sight of the mighty cultivators of the divine continent also made him feel a sense of jealousy and pain. He had never known that the mortals of the divine continent could live such peaceful lives. This was something he could only dream of. Why did they not wage war upon the ghostly cultivators and bring light upon the lands of the Four Islands of the East Sun? 

Ultimately, his gaze fell upon the Taixu...