Mitch's soul was burned, over and over again, wanting to go back again, even though he knew he wouldn't see his family again and couldn't bury them.

But what else could he do except for diving in time after time?

Mitch's heart tore apart as he saw Rye leaving in an instant. "Rye... you came back, you came back!"

Come back and bury his parents' bodies... Come back and provide a place for his younger brother and sister to stay...

He begged him, begged him...

Mitch fell to the ground, tears already dried up.

Once a person of high status and elegance, now he lies on the ground like a stray dog, howling and begging.

Rye had already gone far, leaving behind the burning Dubin's Mansion and the deeply rooted Soul Pillar buried underground.

The Soul Suppressing Pillar held the Dubin's Mansion within a radius of ten miles. The fire in the Dubin's Mansion burned for three days and three nights, until everything had turned into ashes and gradually extinguished.

Another fire, however, continued to burn for ten years under the suppression of the Soul Suppressing Pillar.

Mitch burned for ten years in this fire, enduring sorrow day and night. It started with the head that fell from his sister, and ended with the fire burning in the Dubin's Mansion. Before he could recover from the scorching flames, he experienced the pain and despair of his family being slaughtered again.

Day and night, he finally turned into an evil ghost. When everything calmed down, the Dubin's Mansion was no longer what it used to be. Only the remnants of the burned marks remained on the crumbling walls. Weeds grew wildly, and the ashes of the family's corpses had long become nourishment for these plants.

He finally managed to leave... This time, not even the true pillar of souls could stop him.

The Waylon's Mansion, lanterns hung high, Rye's ninth child was born, bringing joy and happiness to the entire family.

Rye, who had lost his youthful vigor of ten years ago, sat at the head of the table. On the other side sat Mitch's mentor, with a smile in his eyes, watching the bustling scene of his descendants below.

At this moment, a black-clad guard hurriedly entered and approached Rye, whispering, "Sir, something bad has happened..."

Rye's smile faded slightly, and he furrowed his brows as he asked, "What's wrong?"

Black Guard: "Sir, the Soul Pillar has cracked..."

Rye's face changed.

He hurriedly followed the Black Guards to check, and found that the Soul Pillar had indeed cracked.

All eighty-one soul-stirring pillars were shattered without exception in the past tense.

When it was excavated, there was not a single intact pillar left, completely collapsed.

"Sir... Perhaps it was due to the recent combination of drought and flooding, causing the soul-stabilizing pillar to become excessively cracked and soaked by rainwater, leading to its collapse..."

Not long ago, a severe drought struck the capital, and all eighteen cities surrounding the capital suffered from the drought.

He served as the present-day Dazai, as well as took over Mitch's position as the national teacher, and personally performed a rain-making ritual at the altar.

The Guoshi Hall was established outside the imperial court in the past, no longer belonging to the official court, yet it was a very important presence.

What Mitch could do before, Rye thought he could do as well. So when a rare heavy rain came later, the cheers of the people almost made him lose himself, and his complacency reached its peak.

The rain that he had begged for lasted for half a month, soaking the capital for most of it. However, in the past few days, with the birth of his youngest son, the long-lost sun also appeared.

Under the clear sky, the scorching sun brought a sense of peace. The emperor was overjoyed and proclaimed that his youngest son was a symbol of good fortune descending to the world. As a result, he bestowed lavish rewards upon the Waylon's Mansion.

"Maybe!" Rye withdrew the uneasiness in his heart and felt a little more relieved when he looked at the big sun hanging above his head.

It has been ten years, and he should have died a long time ago. Even if Mitch's soul managed to escape back then, he wouldn't be able to avoid appearing under such a big sun, right?

Furthermore, during these ten years, he completely transformed the Waylon's Mansion with various feng shui arrangements, auspicious beasts, talismans, and deity invocations...

Even if Mitch really came, he couldn't enter the Waylon's Mansion.

"Go back!" Rye flicked his sleeve and went back to continue his joy.

The feast didn't end until late at night. Rye had some drinks, but he remained sober. It was a habit he had maintained for many years, and he wouldn't easily get drunk and lose control.

He studied late into the night, diligently researching the "Ways to Achieve Immortality" left behind by Mitch.

For the past ten years, the thing he has done the most is research on how to communicate with gods, become a god, how to achieve immortality, and how to pass on prosperity for eternity.

"Rye!" suddenly came a shout from outside the door.

Rye frowned, wondering who in the entire mansion had the audacity to call out his name so boldly.

He got up unhappily and went out, opening the door.

A gust of breeze blew in, and there was nothing outside the door except for a festive red lantern hanging in the corridor. A calico cat squatted under the garden shrubs, licking its paw and meowing.

In a daze, the cat's meow sounded somewhat like the word 'Rye'.

Rye frowned, but inexplicably he let out a sigh of relief.

"Si Hao, come here," Rye beckoned to the cat.

The cat, however, stared at him for a moment with its round eyes, and then suddenly ran off as if it had been startled.

Rye shook his head and said, "You little thing!"

He turned around and went back, but as he looked up, he saw a person sitting in front of his desk, flipping through the pages of "Ways to Achieve Immortality"!

The man was dressed in a white robe, with black hair scattered over his shoulders. His eyebrows and eyes were as bright as stars, but his face was pale without a trace of color, except for his bright red lips.

He was extremely familiar with this face, which had long disappeared from his memory with the passage of time, but now suddenly became clear.

"M-Mitch!"

Rye's pupils contracted, and he lost his composure, taking a step back and banging into the door panel with a thud.

He... He should have long been scattered to the winds, shouldn't he... How could he still appear!