After the chaos subsided, the Great Rift slowly returned to tranquility. Although not much time had passed, it seemed as if everyone had forgotten the brutal blood and fire, unafraid of the hateful evils, still rooted within the mist-wreathed Great Rift.

Perhaps just as the Tyrant said, as long as there are desperados in this world, the Great Rift will never die, like the final destination of all ocean currents, sheltering those demons and devils that cannot live in the sunlight.

The Tyrant stepped out of the dark room, standing at the highest point of a twisted building for the first time in a long while, overlooking the complexities of the Great Rift.

The collapsing paths of hesitation were being rebuilt bit by bit, aerial corridors were again erected between the cliffs, and continuous constructions were born along the precipices.

The Tyrant took a deep breath, feeling the breath contained in the wind, human desires weaving a tantalizing flavor, lingering endlessly in his mind.

After enjoying this, the Tyrant turned around, looking at the fellow dressed in a ludicrous outfit, "Are you ready to leave?"

"I've seen your show and there's no reason to stay here anymore," Sai Zong emerged slowly from the shadows, "Moreover, I never really liked this place."

Sai Zong came to the Tyrant's side, overlooking the Great Rift with him, then vague murmurs sounded by Sai Zong's ear, as if countless people were whispering something.

He knew what it was, one sacred or evil, noble yet selfish wish after another.

Sai Zong disliked those voices, discerning various repulsive ugliness within them, followed by the birth of destructive rage in his heart, until he shattered everything into pieces.

"If possible, I really don't want to leave the Undying Club... this world is too noisy."

Sai Zong sighed deeply, suppressing his angry nature.

The Undying Club was not only a sanctuary for Serey and others but also Sai Zong's refuge, where he separated himself from the mortal world, enjoying eternal peace.

The Tyrant nodded gently, then said, "You should hide your whereabouts, don't let anyone know your tracks."

"The other brothers and sisters are not as reasonable as I am, especially those two fellows, they've always been trying to start another war."

The Tyrant was deeply hesitant about Sai Zong's actions, clearly aware of the disaster that could unfold once that slumbering entity was awakened.

"What about you? Tyrant, what do you think?" Sai Zong puzzled, "You are clearly one of the devils, yet you are not as ferocious as them... sometimes I really can't see where you stand."

"Humans are complex, devils are alike. I cannot defy my nature to crave souls, but at least I can take souls more gently," the Tyrant smiled, "But they are different."

The Tyrant's voice was cold and ruthless.

"If I were a kind and merciful shepherd who cared about the lambs' thoughts, then they are just insane butchers who care nothing for the lambs' ideas, only plundering souls with the crudest means.

I cannot allow them to plunder so rudely, at this rate, humanity will sooner or later head toward a dead end."

"Once humanity reaches a dead end, won't there be no one left to supply you souls? After all, no matter how rational and kind you claim to be, you ultimately remain on the tier of shepherd and butcher, and this is just the hypocritical pity from those of higher position."

Sai Zong shook his head, disdainful of the Tyrant's hypocrisy.

The Tyrant laughed, patting Sai Zong's shoulder, paying no mind to his words, his voice deep and twisted, "Sai Zong, you are the last person qualified to accuse me."

"Think about your nature, and my brother who slumbers... You don't need to tirelessly seek deputies, and constantly trade for new souls like us.

All you need is to wait, and whenever war ignites, you will reap endless souls—this world never lacks war."

The Tyrant's wrist exerted slight force, nails piercing through the puppet suit, sinking into flesh.

"No, you are not only unqualified to accuse me, you should thank me, thank us, for it is our impulses and our restraint that this world sustainably generates endless wars to satisfy your desires."

Sai Zong couldn't refute the Tyrant's words, nor did he wish to argue further, a look of pity flashed in his eyes, remaining silent.

"You and my brother both bear the mission of rage, yet you are unwilling to be dominated by rage, only yearning for eternal peace."

The Tyrant's laughter was hoarse, sharp, and piercing, "This is our sin and punishment, the one who enrages desires peace, the hungry desires fullness, the greedy desires satisfaction..."

Sai Zong shook off the Tyrant's arm, breaking free from his hold, the two distanced each other. Sai Zong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his restless heart, gazing toward the dense Sea of Mist shrouding the Great Rift.

Sai Zong murmured, "I don't wish to participate in your disputes, I only yearn for ultimate peace."

The Tyrant ruthlessly said, "Then you should return to the Undying Club and hide there for another few hundred or thousand years... But evidently, something is compelling you to leave."

"I've detected an anomaly, the evils are gathering... What are you all planning?"

Sai Zong ignored the Tyrant's words, instead questioning him.

The Tyrant revealed a sinister smile, opening his arms as if to embrace Sai Zong, striding toward him.

"Among our brothers and sisters, the one I am most annoyed by is that manipulative person, too smart and too cunning, always able to awaken my inner pain.

My favorite is the master behind you, who perfectly exhibits the struggle of contradiction, evidently ruled by eternal fury yet yearning for absolute peace, willing to imprison himself for it."

"You and he have both been hiding in that refuge for too long, none of you have any idea what has transpired in all these years." The Tyrant warmly embraced Sai Zong.

Sai Zong said, "I've been observing the world, rather than a complete self-exile."

"Then are you clear about the truth behind the Fall of the Holy City?"

The ominous voice entered his ears, Sai Zong abruptly looked at the Tyrant, his eyes gradually imbued with blood, turning into a glaring crimson.

Sai Zong's reaction pleased the Tyrant immensely, he laughed heartily.

"Must admit, among all my long experiences, King Solomon was the most outstanding human I have ever encountered, he nearly achieved it... he nearly won."

The Tyrant's tone immediately turned grave, devoid of any emotion.

"King Solomon won the wager, obtained it, and hid it away, right here in this Oubos of Oath City."

Sai Zong rasped, "So that's why we're all here, competing against each other?"

Mysteriously, they all were influenced by some primal force, compelling them to come to this place, simply because it was calling.

"Indeed, that's why I said, you've hidden too long, so long that you're unaware of this."

Sai Zong was not swayed by the Tyrant's words, turned around ready to leave.

The Tyrant loudly asked, "Where are you going!"

"To her side, I can feel her approaching Opus."

Sai Zong did not mind exposing his whereabouts to the Tyrant, just as the Tyrant said, he was an ominous devil, yet remained one of the rare kind devils.

"She yearns for humans' seven emotions and six desires, that complex interwoven emotions, destruction is not her wish... perhaps we can form an alliance."

Sai Zong said without looking back.

"What's the point? Sai Zong, to him, what are you? Debtor, Deputy, or the most favored mortal by the devils?"

The Tyrant squinted his eyes, loudly questioning Sai Zong.

"Everyone blessed by the devils loathes the devils themselves, why are you so loyal?"

Sai Zong did not respond to the Tyrant, merely bowed his head moving forward, disappearing into the mist.

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