Chen Shi and the black pot left Tianchi Capital City, following the Gathering Immortals Tower caravan to Wuliang Cliff.
According to Shao Jing, there was a weak point here connecting to another underworld; walking from here allowed one to reach the underworld corresponding to Ganyang Mountain, and returning to the Yang World from there was much simpler.
Red Mountain Hall had built a bridge at the weak point. It was a circular arched bridge, with one end spanning Wuliang Cliff; once one reached the center of the bridge, the bridge body suddenly vanished from sight.
Yet if one walked to the center of the bridge and merely took one more step forward, one would discover they were not falling off the cliff, but had instead arrived at the other half of the bridge.
This other half of the bridge spanned a dried-up underworld river, but it was also only half a bridge; the other half was completely invisible.
The construction of the bridge could truly be called exquisite work executed by nature.
Chen Shi and the black pot came onto the bridge and looked down, only to see corpse after corpse of gods hanging along the cliff face, stretching endlessly out of sight.
None knew how long this Wuliang Cliff was, and thus no one knew how many divine corpses hung upon the cliff face.
What on earth is the fog moon?
Chen Shi withdrew his gaze, thinking, Why do these divine corpses revive during a fog moon night? And where did the divine corpses come from in the first place?
He had inquired of Lei Qu and other chieftains of the ghost tribes, but even in the songs passed down by these ghost tribes, there was no mention of the origins of these divine corpses.
Chen Shi walked to