Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Wei Tu, who had just stepped into the Severed Nether Realm, seemed to have lost his perception of the Blood Ghost Soul-Splitting Technique. His brows furrowed slightly.
However, the change in his expression came and went quickly. Within a few breaths, he had regained his previous composure, as though nothing had happened.
This brat is quite scheming.
Old Ghost Pei, following close behind Wei Tu's escaping light, noticed this and sneered inwardly. His own face also seemed to lose a bit of color, just like Wei Tu's.
It was as though the two of them had only just learned that the Severed Nether Realm cut off and suppressed soul fragments outside it.
At this moment, having seen that his performance had already deceived Old Ghost Pei, Wei Tu halted his escaping light and carefully examined this unfamiliar land before him.
Just as it appeared from outside, this realm was cold and sinister, suffused with an exceedingly dense aura of the dead. It resembled the legendary true Yellow Springs underworld, the netherworld of the yin officials and dark spirits.
There was only one difference.
Under his divine sense, he could no longer see the archway hanging over this realm's boundary, nor the faintly emerging sea of Flowers of the Other Shore along the banks of the muddy river.
Before him lay only a vast, boundless river like an ocean—bottomless, its banks nowhere in sight.
The river water was murky, mixed with innumerable grains of silt and sand. Within it... were countless departed souls, ceaselessly wailing as they were continually washed by the river and swept downstream.
Yet in the instant he was observing it.
The laws of this realm descended upon him in a flash.
Almost as if by teleportation, his dharma body appeared within the Nether River.
His