These women all had hoarse and gravelly voices. Even though they wore thick black robes, the robes couldn’t conceal the rich scent of decay wafting from their bodies. Seeing them kneel down, Qin Yu suddenly understood why You Qi pleaded for mercy on their behalf. He came to a decision.

“After having been trapped here for 100,000 years, struggling on the precipice of life and death, it is the Demonic Path that owes you. So, I will allow you all the freedom to make your own choice. If you aren’t willing to continue suffering living, then you can scatter yourselves in the world. For those that wish to continue living, then the Holy Palace will provide you with puppet bodies.”

As his voice fell, there was a sudden storm of weeping and sobbing in the hall. The sharp and shrill cries were a catharsis of pent up emotions.

They had waited 100,000 years, waiting for these words. They weren’t wrong; they had just been innocently dragged into this.

The women pulled back their hoods, revealing withered corpse-like faces. Tears of blood flowed out from their empty...