Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent!
Ten years of lifespan may not seem so important to the common people who suffer in this world.
For the powerful and wealthy, however, they are willing to give anything to extend their lives.
The Xie family head's lips trembled incessantly; he wanted to say something but couldn't open his mouth, and large beads of cold sweat slid down his temples.
He frantically wished that the person in front of him was not a real ghost or god, but a fraud by Li Yue, otherwise his losses would be too great, so great that it would drive him mad.
But no, that won't work.
Looking around at the other members of prominent families who had come with him, he noticed that they all avoided his gaze.
Yes, everyone knows that the Li family got incredibly lucky; an ancestor actually crawled out from underground.
They were simply jealous, greedy, and resentful that it wasn't their own, which is why they wanted to get involved in the enormous profits from the manifestation of ghosts and gods.
He gave a bitter smile, wondering how things had come to this.
He had only come to test the waters, but he got increasingly carried away and greatly offended the spirits and deities. He thought he would at most suffer some physical pain...
The Xie family head felt as if he had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cave. The part of his body that was being held by those small hands began to feel cold, freezing him from the inside out.
Everyone present held their breath. Li Yue gripped his sleeves and watched the scene before him with a smile, seemingly expectant.
Ling Xiao instructed, "System, use basic illusion skills. Let's begin, don't mess it up!"
He nodded solemnly.
The talisman hidden in his hand was crushed, and the system activated its basic illusion skill.
The next second, those around were horrified to find that the bright sunlight had disappeared and the entire hall had fallen into darkness.
That would have been fine, but above the grand hall, a bright crescent moon appeared, floating quietly with a few scattered stars.
The emperor suddenly looked out of the palace.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly, its rays pouring down generously, making the bluestone slabs appear somewhat warped by the heat—a beautiful scene of midsummer.
Is it possible to change the sun and moon within a single space?
Beneath the emperor's dragon robe, his hands trembled with excitement, and his heart pounded like a drum.
He stared unblinkingly at his aunt, an unparalleled, otherworldly figure, unwilling to look away for even a second.
The ghost released Xie, leaving him limp on the ground. His outstretched ten fingers were crystal clear, with strands of light drawn from Xie's body and connecting to his fingertips.
The light threads were extremely thin, swaying in the air. One light thread after another was drawn out, and Xie, the head of the Xie family, slowly aged under the fearful gazes of the crowd.
Fine lines appear at the corners of the eyes; even well-maintained skin becomes loose and aged, with age spots creeping up.
His once clear eyes instantly turned cloudy and yellow, and with a splatter, the Xie family head spat out a few teeth, which rolled to the ground.
A person ages rapidly, getting closer and closer to death.
Those filaments must be human lifespans—
Everyone held their breath low, afraid of disturbing the fragile filaments of light and the laughing ghosts.
This is an undeniable miracle, a realm that mortals can never reach even after a lifetime of striving.
The light threads were wrapped into a small ball and lay in the tender palm of the ghost, attracting everyone's attention.
The Xie family head had lost all courage. The elegant and noble patriarch of the family was now lying on the ground like a lifeless beggar in the marketplace.
"Hmph, as expected, it's not even good enough to weave a footstool."
The little girl pouted, holding the ball of light threads in her hand, looking quite dissatisfied.
Seeing her disgusted look, the others had a strange thought: Could it be that the clothes worn by the ghosts and gods of hell are made of human life?
Ling Xiao urged the system in his mind at lightning speed.
"It's time to take our final bow. Put the props away."
The main god is very cunning. He divides an illusion skill into several levels. The basic illusion is terrible. How can he handle such a grand scene of stars and moon appearing in broad daylight?
The system simply uses the scene functions of the props to obtain them, and then uses illusions to hide some discordant elements.
Those present then saw the starlight shine brightly, and the ghosts and gods took out an extremely beautiful dress from the void. It looked like something that did not exist in the human world and could only be found in the heavens.
The emperor's younger sister, the princess of Chu, loved beauty the most. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the dress, lost in a dreamy reverie.
I tried my best to remember the design, thinking that no matter how much it cost, I had to make a dress like that!
"I originally wanted to find some generous people in the human world to borrow some life-giving threads to make new clothes, but who knew they were all such worthless things. No wonder my master laughed at my wishful thinking."
The little girl sighed with a worried look, "I guess I'll just have to keep wearing this."
With a wave of her little hand, the dress, which was clearly adult-sized, fit her perfectly. The costume and props added to the charm of the already adorable girl, giving her an ethereal and extraordinary feel.
She twirled, her skirt billowing in a beautiful arc, scattering glittering fragments.
The emperor took three steps in two, his handsome face beaming with a sincere smile, and said, "How could anything of this mortal realm be worthy of my aunt? Master is right."
Master?
That's what they call shameless, some people look at them with contempt.
If the deceased daughter of the founding emperor possessed such skills, then the master who trained her must have been even more formidable, perhaps even a great master.
Wang Yi, however, raised his head high and expressed his appreciation for His Majesty's opportunistic approach.
What's the point of having a face? Can a face feed you?
Ling Xiao rolled her eyes at him, throwing a little tantrum, "But I just want to make a dress myself, don't you understand?"
"I understand! Of course I understand," the Chu princess nodded vigorously. She also enjoyed making her own dresses when she was a young girl.
Li Yue, of course, didn't understand, so she changed the subject, "Auntie, do gods and ghosts all wear clothes made of silk threads formed from human lifespans?"
"Of course not. Humans are the most powerful of all beings. Although many evil gods, demons, ghosts, and monsters like to use humans as materials, those who follow the righteous path dare not touch them, for fear of harming their merits."
Ling Xiao explained carefully, then added, "I'm also seeking enlightenment. The life-drawing silk only brings forward the punishment they'll suffer after death a little bit."
"When they go to hell to be sentenced, their punishment might be reduced!"
The little girl gestured with her hand, indicating a tiny bit. Seeing Li Yue's stunned expression, she frowned and shouted, "You're not allowed to tell my master if you die, understand?"
Like a naughty child who has broken his parents' rules outside, feeling somewhat regretful, yet trying to cover it up.
The others came to their senses and, seeing the young ghost looking like it was afraid of telling its parents, they found it amusing. Under her intense gaze, they all nodded in agreement.
Wang Yi solemnly assured everyone that he would not speak recklessly after his death, and that he had not seen the Grand Princess of Qin make any mistakes.
The system was happily churning in Ling Xiao's mind: "The host is truly a talent!"
The emperor opened his mouth as if to say something, but the sharp-eyed girl noticed and her eyes lit up with a mischievous smile. "Doing bad things together is the safest way!"
The crowd did not understand his meaning.
"System, pay attention to coordination" - ready for action.
As they spoke, the ghost appeared to be in pain and produced a pot of clear water out of thin air. He then mixed the light threads together and kneaded them until they became something like a pill.
"Alright, I did a really good job making this longevity pill."
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