Walking, the crowd arrived at the edge of that shallow beach.

Yin Meng continued to hold the lamp above her head while gently stroking the whip around her neck. She really liked it, and she hoped she could have one herself in the future.

The coffin was lowered and pushed into the water, where it began to float.

Here, Li Zhiyuan made no changes, so the existing plot in the dream continued to unfold.

The coffin gradually floated toward the center of the river, and as it reached the deepest point, four ghostly figures suddenly appeared, lifted the coffin, and then quickly, the coffin vanished.

The crowd was silent.

The Dream Ghost walked to Yin Meng's side, reached out, and placed a hand on Yin Meng's shoulder.

The boy's voice also appeared at Yin Meng's ear:

"What's next is the real act of disrespect."

"Hmm."

Yin Meng responded softly without much reaction, appearing very calm about it.

The figure had said that the Great Emperor does not care about his lineage; there is no joy, no love, no hate—just complete... indifference.

When you exist for such a long time, the significance of descendants is indeed hard to grasp. Watching them reproduce generation after generation is like watching your family's pet cat procreate, again and again, mixing and crossing breeds endlessly until, after many generations, they look inexplicable to you.

Compared to watching cats, the Great Emperor's feelings toward his descendants are even less.

Because the Great Emperor is already here, or rather, a strand of his gaze has indeed fallen upon this place.

Otherwise, he would not have previously formed a standoff with the other two families, causing this dream to slip from the Dream Ghost's control.

Yet, despite the commotion caused, and how Yin Meng was treated... the Great Emperor remained unresponsive.

Not only did he not get angry, he didn't even bother to lift his gaze. In his view, this was still not enough for him to simply wave his hand and wash this place away.

Even if his descendants were "humiliated," he still felt that to act against the Dream Ghost would disrespect his own pride and contaminate his hand with Jiang Shui.

He might even be dissatisfied that his descendants weren't all dead, causing him such inexplicable trouble.

Yin Meng admitted that she is a descendant of Yin Changsheng, but her feelings towards Yin Changsheng are extremely complex because it is impossible to delve into here.

Ordinary people who suffer disaster or hardship would never blame their ancestors, but Yin Meng's situation is somewhat special because her ancestor is not dead.

When her father was murdered by her mother in collusion with her lover and his body sunk, and when her grandfather lay sick in a coffin for many years, and when she was alone, suffering scorn and ridicule... her ancestor was actually watching from the side.

She wasn't living at the ends of the earth; she was living in Fengdu, living on Ghost Street—said to be the place closest to Emperor Fengdu.

What could truly make the Great Emperor lift his gaze was indeed a certain place, and this is also the reason why the Great Emperor was drawn over.

That is because Yin Meng had once witnessed Li Zhiyuan using the Yin family's secret technique to open Yin Department Road and send her grandfather's body inside.

This memory had always lingered in Yin Meng's mind, activated and presented in the dream driven by Jiang Shui.

And this, is the Great Emperor's reverse scale.

He does not care whether outside descendants die or not, as long as they do not bother him before his eyes.

But precisely, after seeing the environment here, Li Zhiyuan... remembered something in his heart.

He was the one who had opened the door here once, and now, he had returned.

The Dream Ghost's hands began to move, wisps of black energy swirling at its fingertips.

Subsequently, the river's surface began to extend, appearing to fold.

The "road" through which the coffin had been sent before was once again opened.

The Dream Ghost raised its arm, and at the next moment, firecrackers exploded in succession, the crowd cheering with joy as a procession of all sorts of grotesque deities and unspeakable temples moved forth...

Marching in neat formation, onward!

Go on, up there, in front of the Great Emperor's face!

As both the "culprit" and the "mastermind" behind the scenes, Li Zhiyuan deeply realized at that moment what the "figure" had said: after this event, enmity would be great.

Putting oneself in the Great Emperor's place, one could hardly resist the desire to squash oneself at once.

Luckily, the figure had said that the Great Emperor could not leave this place.

As for the Great Emperor's descendants, the "Dream Ghost" turned its head to look at Yin Meng standing beside her, taking off the lamp from her head and the whip from her neck.

Yin Meng reached out and grabbed the whip, and the "Dream Ghost" let go.

Yin Meng played with the whip as if holding a precious gift.

"Have we succeeded?"

Li Zhiyuan: "If there's still no response now, then we should have succeeded."

Yin Meng asked, "Why are we doing this?"

Li Zhiyuan: "I don't know, but we must have a reason for doing it. Maybe if we don't, we would die; even if not, there would be endless trouble."

Yin Meng: "And now?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Our troubles are bound to become great troubles now."

The sky was covered with dark clouds.

The river surface gradually boiled.

At some unspecified time, on the river's center, the riverbank, and further in the woods and hillsides, appeared black shadows wearing solemn masks.

They appeared silently, but once you noticed them, a terrifying oppressive feeling immediately swept out.

The dark clouds above began to descend, as the river's surface below began to sink.

This was, in the literal sense... a collapse of heaven and earth.

A gigantic black gold coffin emerged slowly, bringing with it a terrifying ancientness and majesty.

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