Liu Buli's words sounded absurd, but he was not joking.
Before entering the Ghost Realm, he had once thought that a ghost city, even without light, would only be equivalent to being blind, a mere deprivation of sight. This was not a terrifying prospect for cultivators.
However, upon truly finding himself in this place, he realized how naive his previous notion was.
It was entirely different from simply losing one's sight and becoming blind. The surrounding darkness seemed to possess a life of its own. Though it was merely pitch black, while immersed within it, one could not help but feel as though their very soul, along with their being, was being pulled and stretched by the encroaching darkness.
That suffocating sensation, though somewhat alleviated by Lu Wuming's presence, honestly never fully disappeared as long as one remained within it.
Liu Buli felt this acutely.
Therefore, if he were to truly live here in the future, he wished he could see the sun. While his current approach might seem to place all the pressure on Lu Wuming, he himself would undoubtedly strive to find a way to create a sun. After all, if this place remained as it was when he arrived, he felt he would surely go mad.
As he pondered this, Lu Wuming beside him responded with utmost sincerity. Just as he always did, Lu Wuming never harbored any doubt or dissatisfaction towards any of Liu Buli's suggestions.
Creating a sun might seem like an impossible task to others. But to Lu Wuming, his master's words clearly indicated his trust in his abilities. This realization filled him with joy, making him proudly nod at Liu Buli. Lu Wuming replied, "Master, rest assured. If we truly end up living here long-term, I will certainly be able to create a sun for you!"
He spoke with utmost seriousness.
Liu Buli knew that in this simpleton's eyes, any matter he entrusted to him would never be handled carelessly.
This understanding brought him immense happiness, and the oppressive emotions induced by the surrounding darkness seemed to lift.
Listening to their conversation, You Siqi also surveyed their surroundings.
Unlike Liu Buli and the others, he possessed no special abilities to probe the surrounding spiritual energy. Thus, from the moment they entered the Ghost Realm until now, he had been completely blind.
Now that Liu Buli had finally lit a lamp, he diligently tried to examine his surroundings by its faint glow.
However, it had to be said, the light was exceedingly dim, and the range it illuminated was ultimately limited.
After observing for a while, You Siqi withdrew his gaze. Shaking his head slightly, he remarked, "In a sense, I truly admire the current Lord of the Ghost City. Living in a place so unsuitable for life for so many years, his subordinates are given opportunities to venture out, yet he alone remains confined within the ghost city, never leaving. Facing this darkness every day, how does he not find it unbearable?"
He merely intended to vent his frustration.
But after he spoke, he noticed everyone around him, including the little cat in his arms, looking up at him with peculiar expressions.
You Siqi felt uncomfortable under their gaze. He reached out and touched his cheek, asking, "Did something dirty get on my face? Why are you all looking at me like this?"
"We just find it incredible that you would say that," Liu Buli answered on behalf of the others. "These are characters you yourself created, aren't they? Why he remains here is something you should be able to answer. If you haven't figured out the reason, who else can? I even suspect that perhaps the Ghost King himself doesn't know why he cannot leave this place."
You Siqi's mouth twitched.
He desperately wanted to retort that it had nothing to do with him.
But before he could speak, the little cat in his arms chimed in, "Perhaps it's because it's not yet his turn to appear, so he cannot leave this place."
Although he tried his best to suppress his tone, they were, after all, a couple. Having spent so many years together, no matter how deeply he concealed it, You Siqi immediately realized that this fellow was clearly suppressing laughter.
This was a direct provocation to the author!
You Siqi was filled with impotent rage.
But seeing his huffing and puffing, everyone once again laughed at him without any pretense.
Listening to their laughter, You Siqi simply chose to give up. Pouting, he said, "Don't laugh, this might be a grand conspiracy. If you ask me, the reason he can't leave here must be due to something extremely important. For example..."
"For example, he is waiting for his own flesh and blood, and by using the flesh and blood and soul of his offspring as a foundation, he can achieve a qualitative leap in his cultivation?"
Before You Siqi could finish, Liu Buli interjected, picking up the thread of the conversation.
The possibility he described was a reason he had vaguely suspected but had never dared to acknowledge.
Now that the topic had reached this point, he finally persuaded himself to voice the reason he had been contemplating.
The Ghost race was a species devoid of sentiment.
They never cared for so-called familial bonds, and thus, they lacked the human concept of procreation.
From beginning to end, they only concerned themselves with their own well-being.
Given this, Liu Buli had pondered for a long time the sole reason the Ghost King would be fixated on creating or finding his own offspring, and this was the only one he could conceive.
Upon hearing his conjecture, the previously boisterous group fell silent. Lu Wuming frowned, and Shen Muzhi hesitantly asked, "Even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs. While this speculation has some merit, isn't it a bit excessive..."
"No, it's not excessive at all."
You Siqi interrupted Shen Muzhi. Borrowing the light from the spiritual fire in their hands, he met Liu Buli's gaze and replied with utmost seriousness, "Liu Buli, you truly are my most devoted reader. Your thoughts and ideas are now aligning with mine. You are quite remarkable!"