Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1402 - 890: What Do You Have to Be Dissatisfied About?

Chapter 1402: Chapter 890: What Do You Have to Be Dissatisfied About?

Baili An’s words left everyone deeply shocked and emotional.

Who could have imagined that the Yin King, long seen as the most ambitious, would hold such a grand spirit of sacrifice towards the Central Netherworld’s royal family.

Qiao Yu’s thoughts shifted multiple times, and the way he looked at Shen Tu became increasingly complex.

However, in the end, he said nothing more about Baili An’s decision.

Shen Tu knelt upright, gripping the court card once more.

Since it wasn’t a reward, he did not express gratitude, but at some point, his eyes, once deep and dark, had become bright and piercing, as if washed by water.

And the young Lord Man of Baishan City, was the first to stand up when Ying Xiu ascended the steps, voicing opposition and nearly losing his life for it.

He was conferred the "Xu" Seal. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Even after receiving the seal, he found it difficult to return to reality, as if dreaming.

This led to a sigh among the observers—how could such a young Heroic Spirit, just over two hundred years old, be worthy of the Xu Seal.

In the Royal Hall, though everyone was moved, with Shen Tu’s Royal Hall serving as a precedent, no one dared to question aloud.

They suppressed their emotions, waiting quietly for Baili An’s next words.

Though silent, Baili An could still sense the repressed discontent and suspicions in the subdued atmosphere.

He nodded slightly, saying calmly: "Three days ago, Ying Xiu led his followers into the National Governance Hall. Though you were emotional, you still lost to his articulate and flawless speech. I understand well; the reason is simple, you believed Ying Xiu made sense.

My mother has lost her mind, incapable of handling state affairs, much less the Central Netherworld, hence your worry that the grand Central Netherworld is inevitably declining towards obscurity.

Since then, as the Central Netherworld fell into decline, external sects began to step in, and any insignificant figure could trample upon us.

All of you are proud and ambitious, naturally unable to stomach this indignity.

When the Monarch is powerless, of course, the capable shall occupy the position. How could a Crown Prince with the talent of the Deceitful Dao and the Spirit Root of the Six Paths not move you?

Moreover, compared to an Empress Houtu with the power of life and death at a whim, Ying Xiu, such a young Crown Prince, ascending to the throne seems more controllable, correct?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many immediately knelt in the hall.

"The Crown Prince’s words terrify us..."

"But I think Ying Xiu did say one thing correctly." Baili An’s deep black eyes reflected the flickering lamplight.

With calm words that sent shivers down their spines, he stated word by word: "In the bounds of this Central Netherworld Houtu, the one who sits on the throne has never been the one who needs you, but you who need someone to sit in that position."

Baili An slowly stood up, and the wind howled fiercely outside the hall, swirling in, with the blazing lights flickering like three thousand wandering souls.

"Perhaps after such stable days, you have all forgotten who granted your pride and ambition. If you can’t even position yourselves correctly, I see no reason for you to continue standing here."

Among those kneeling in the hall, a few immediately lifted their brows, looking at Baili An sternly, saying:

"Do these words of your Highness not seem a bit excessive? A thousand granaries and warehouses cannot be filled with a single crop; a towering tree does not grow in days.

If on the lands of the Central Netherworld, without Heroic Spirit citizens, relying solely on His Majesty and Your Highness, how could there be today’s glorious achievements?"

Baili An’s gaze moved slowly: "Seems you are dissatisfied?"

The person speaking couldn’t help but recall three days ago, the scene where this Crown Prince bloodied the National Governance Hall, involuntarily wanting to swallow back his words.

But on second thought, he had not committed treason, and as a dignified courtier of the Central Netherworld Heroic Spirit court, no matter how fierce this new Crown Prince was, he wouldn’t dare to publicly slaughter his own subjects, would he?

Moreover, listening to Baili An’s words just now made it seem as though they were considered nothing more than fattened parasites, causing a stir of anger within him.

He couldn’t help but grit his teeth and say: "If Your Highness means to say that we exist solely because of His Majesty’s favor, then of course, I do not agree! But I believe that the reason Your Highness stands here today..."

"Hmm, you’re right. The fact you can stand here intact today is indeed all due to my mother’s protection." Baili An suddenly interrupted.

These words came out without a thought, with such earnestness that the atmosphere in the hall instantly tightened.

Even Yin King Qiao Yu was dumbfounded, kneeling in shock on the spot.

Shen Tu maintained his impeccably upright kneeling posture, holding the court card steadily in hand, his deep-set features now carrying a hint of a meaningful smile.

The courtier who had spoken earlier opened his mouth wide, thinking he had misheard.

As realization dawned, he could no longer hide his rage, feeling utterly humiliated.

His face flushed red as he said, "Your Highness’s words, are you not afraid it will chill the hearts of the millions of citizens in the Central Netherworld?!"

Baili An chuckled, saying: "To be honest, whether you are chilled or not is truly not my concern.

The bustling world pursues its own interests; the thronging world comes for its own gains.

Your gathering in the You Dynasty, as subjects, to live and settle, is it not because it is beneficial to you and can accommodate you?

Is it that over time, you have forgotten the concept of the Six Paths’ reincarnation, the Heavenly Dao’s trials and punishments?

The life and death of all beings, the cycle of reincarnation, is not the result of evil-doers suffering and innocents enduring the retribution; but rather the results of their deeds, so it is for all beings.

There exists no such thing as Heroic Spirits between heaven and earth; life and death, rise and fall, return to the Six Paths, arise like bubbles in the sea, fade like shadows in the sky.

All deceased individuals should fall into the cycle of the Six Paths, traverse the Santzu River, drink the Mengpo Soup, pass through the Netherworld Hall, and enter reincarnation.