"Golden eyes are the master, souls are the servants."

The rest are ancient scripts that are severely weathered and even difficult to understand.

The bottommost rock painting is clearer: countless ghosts entwined in white mist kneel on the ground, but they are not kneeling to the Soul Master, but to a golden eye floating in the air.

The golden eyes on the stone wall are even made of pure gold and intricately inlaid.

Even though the figures of the ghosts were simply carved, one could see that the awe and fear they felt did not come from any ruler, but from that illusory golden eye.

All the ghosts worship Golden Eyes!

Even if Li Yu couldn't decipher all the characters, he could still make sense of them from the rock paintings below...

Golden eyes are not something you're born with!

The so-called "Soul Master" is simply someone chosen by the Golden Eyes, or someone who has obtained the Golden Eyes by chance.

Even if he forcibly seizes the Golden Eye, he will probably eventually become the new Soul Master!

Even the Soul Master who just died only obtained, or rather, was bestowed with, golden eyes!

Moreover, the entire underground world has probably existed for a very long time, far longer than the time of the Kangcheng explosion.

This indirectly proves that the Soul Master was just someone who happened to obtain the Golden Eyes!

Combining the Soul Master's earlier words about bestowing something, Li Yu instantly understood—

Golden Eyes is the true "Soul Master".

Just then, Li Yu suddenly felt a strange throbbing in her left eye.

A waterproof envelope suddenly fell from a gap on the side of the table onto Li Yu's lap.

Li Yu opened the envelope and looked down.

One glance was enough to send a chill down my spine.

The message above was actually written to him personally by the Soul Master!

"Did you understand, Li Yu?"

'—Or should I call you...the new container?'

......

"Boom—!"

A deep, resounding roar echoed from the depths of the underground world once again, followed by a violent earthquake.

At that towering, dark, and seemingly endless rock wall, the huge crack that had opened earlier was now slowly closing again.

The massive rock sections rubbed and ground against each other, producing a series of booming sounds, eventually leaving only a narrow crack that separated the two places once again.

The vast, dimly lit underground world, with that final, resounding thud, seemed to have completed some kind of silent ritual—

It has finally welcomed its new owner!

The group of Netherworld Guards who had been ordered by the Soul Lord to pick up Li Yu had already retreated back to the core area under the Soul Lord's rule in an orderly manner, like the receding tide, before the rift completely closed.

They left not a single word, nor did they even glance at their "compatriots" in those remote areas.

"They've escaped! The robbers have escaped!"

"They must be scared! They were frightened away by the gods!"

"It must be the majesty of the gods that intimidated them! They'll never dare to steal our treasures again!"

"Thank God, the robbers will never dare to bully us again!"

Among those ruined stone buildings, the surviving ghosts erupted with unprecedented joy and excitement.

In their eyes, the silent retreat of the Underworld Guards was undoubtedly the most direct proof of the supreme power of the gods!

Their faith in Li Yu, the deity who transformed into flames and descended with light, became even stronger and more fervent.

With such a powerful god protecting them, even the most arrogant bandits knelt down and fled at the mere sight of them, ultimately returning empty-handed, and their safety was finally guaranteed!

From this moment on, faith was no longer just a slogan, but a genuine belief in Li Yu and in the gods that began in the hearts of countless wandering souls.

Invisible connections, spanning vast distances, surged toward the deep tower.

With the departure of the Underworld Guards, the centurion of Stone City, the leader who was draped in a tattered bed sheet, was now radiant.

He immediately led a team of the city's most devout and strongest ghosts to the place where Li Yu had disappeared.

The centurion cautiously circled the ground, which still seemed to retain a trace of scorching heat and divine pressure, then abruptly stopped and shouted in a voice raised with excitement:

"Quickly! Get moving! Use the best 'holy stones' to surround and protect this place! Not an inch of land can be missed!"

"This is a place where gods have descended! A sacred site in the mortal realm! A place where miracles have been performed!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding spirits did not hesitate at all. They all ran back to their humble dwellings and brought out their treasured rare minerals.

These "treasures," which they usually regard as their very lives, were now piled up without hesitation around the open space, even guarding the sacred site in the center with a sense of immense glory.

Soon, the area where Li Yu disappeared was surrounded by a large circle of various kinds of luminous minerals.

After doing all this, the centurion finally breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished some great mission.

He straightened his long-hunched body with great effort, trying to make himself appear taller and more imposing, and announced to all the surrounding ghosts with barely suppressed excitement and pride:

"From this day forward! We are no longer nameless, faceless, forgotten Stone City!"

"We are now God's City, blessed by the divine grace and grace of the gods!"

"And everyone here is a servant of the gods who has witnessed their descent!"

The centurion suddenly raised his arm and, with all his might, pointed to the massive, towering rock wall in the distance that had just closed up.

Pointing to the rock paintings on the wall that contained ancient history, his voice was as loud as a vow:

"look!"

"Everything we do today, the miracles we witness, will be remembered!"

"One day, our piety and the glory of the gods will become part of those eternal rock paintings, to be admired by future generations!"

"We are writing history that is being watched by the gods!"

"Long live the gods!" the centurion shouted fervently, raising his arms.

"Long live the gods! Long live the City of Gods!" The ghosts below were completely ignited with emotion, shouting wildly, their soul lights swaying excitedly, forming a boiling ocean.

"bye!"

The frenzied cheers gradually subsided, and all the ghosts gathered devoutly around the sacred circle surrounded by minerals, prostrating themselves deeply in prayer, offering silent yet utterly fervent supplications.

The atmosphere was solemn and respectful.

At this moment, the centurion slowly stood up and walked respectfully to the somewhat bewildered little ghost.

He bowed slightly, made a "please" gesture, and respectfully led the little ghost to the holy circle that emitted a faint light, the center where the gods had disappeared.

The little ghost stood there blankly, looking at the adults kneeling around it, all casting incredibly awe-inspiring, even slightly ingratiating, glances at it, making it even more at a loss.

The centurion, facing the crowd, solemnly announced in a loud voice, each word reaching the ears of every wandering spirit with crystal clarity:

"Gentlemen! It—"