The images on the chessboard began to change, and Qin Zhao's figure disappeared.
A man in white robes as frosty as snow, with an icy and absolute air, bowed his proud spine. He knelt on one knee before the Netherworld Emperor and slowly said, "As long as she can be brought back, I'm willing to serve thee as my master for life."
The Netherworld Emperor let out a soft sigh, "Your sins of killing are too heavy, this is karmic retribution."
His eyes were full of obsession, "You have a way."
"That year in Chengming City, because of you, tens of thousands were wrongfully killed, unless their Dead Souls are put to rest."
He agreed, then let the Dead Souls rest.
By the banks of the Wangchuan River, dark clouds swirled, and resentful energy soared to the skies.
The Netherworld Emperor said, "These are all those who died tragically by your hand in the past. If you can pacify their resentful energy, this lord can help you reunite the soul and let her be reborn."
