Endless Hell was bleak with barren mountains and stone peaks. Every day, the Emperor was imprisoned there, facing hundreds of thousands of peaks, each bearing Aruan's name.
At that time, Chu Zifeng didn't know whether the Emperor hated or loved Aruan.
Now, a thousand years had passed. If he still harbored hate, it would mean his mind was muddled by the waters of the Netherworld River.
Chu Zifeng grew angrier as he thought about it. Why should the Fox Clan's Aruan cause the Emperor such trouble, spending a millennium reconstructing her spirit, initiating time reversal, and plunging himself into thousands of worlds, searching for her again and again?
The Emperor had devoted all these years to one person.
Chu Zifeng felt agitated, and his tone lost its usual respect, "My lord! The Netherworld suffered greatly back then and only after a millennium was stability restored.
