Even in the Netherworld, they were at the bottom of the food chain.
But fortunately, at the lowest level of Hell, after death they were not further despised.
"They are lucky to be so cherished by you after death."
Luo En's gaze swept over the tens of thousands of spear cages in the valleys on both sides, showing a trace of reflection in his eyes.
Although this Goddess of the Underworld appeared gloomy and indifferent, shouldering the burden of death that ordinary people feared to avoid, her true nature held a hint of warmth.
Otherwise, she wouldn't bother consuming her own magic power to create small houses like spear cages as a shelter for these souls, allowing their rationale and self to be maintained a bit longer.
Nor would she maintain the operation of the Temple day and night, bringing a bit of light and warmth underground.
After a moment of silence, Luo En gripped the flower seeds in his hand and sincerely praised:
