The living and the dead were separated by yin and yang, each returning to their proper place.
Under the workings of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, most ghosts of the dead were sent to another world, a world known by many names.
Hell, Yellow Springs, the Netherworld... all referred to the same place. There was no essential difference between them.
Different forms of life were suited to living in different places.
The Yellow Springs World was a place specifically for ghosts to dwell.
Everything here could not be measured by the standards of the living world. From space and time to heaven, earth, and all things, it was completely different from the Yang Realm.
There was great suffering here, great sorrow here, great loneliness here, and great emptiness here.
As a living person, Fan Lang had been forcibly brought into this world by an irresistible and powerful force.
He followed the pull forward, prepared to face all kinds of trouble. Along the way, he recalled everything he knew about the Yellow Springs World, especially the information he could make use of.
Like duckweed drifting with the current, he had no idea how far he had traveled before the speed finally slowed and the surrounding scenery gradually came into focus.
The world was gray and dim. There was not even the faintest source of light in the sky. The land was barren, with no plants in sight, and everything looked lifeless. Chilling winds swept everywhere, blowing dust and sand across the ground. Some ash-like White Substance fluttered through the air, and he had no idea what it was.
Mountains rose and fell across the land, every one of them bare and devoid of any trace of life.
When the pulling force vanished completely, Fan Lang landed atop a barren mountain and