The image of the laughing emperors, their faces contorted in greed, flashed through his mind, followed by the silent, absolute annihilation Ye Cangtian had just described.
"You truly became the Demon Emperor," Xiaochen breathed, his voice an eerie echo in the vast, silent corridor. "Not by choice, but by necessity." The revelation sent a shiver through his Hell Core, a mix of horror and a grim, unsettling understanding.
"Necessity is often the mother of monsters, little spark," Ye Cangtian's voice resonated in his mind, devoid of regret. "But also of liberation. That blood was the price for freedom, a debt they themselves incurred. Yet, that was but one chapter. The true horror, the true burden of this world, still awaits your full understanding."
The ethereal figure of the young Ye Can
