Wuu!
The long howl sounded like a cry of grievance.
Within the eighteen layers of heaven and earth, tens of millions of Yin gods wore different expressions as they formed hand seals and bowed.
They chanted scriptures.
The scripture flowed into the shadowy nether abyss, transforming into chaotic turbid qi that surged forth like waves upon a jade sea.
It roiled across the horizon and crashed against a towering, heavy bronze gate that reached the heavens.
The colossal gate seemed to stretch up to the Thirty-Three Heavens and down to the endless underworld. Countless ghost gods filling the sky became mere stars adorning it at this moment.
Rumble!
Thunder resounded, yet no lightning flashed.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the sound of thunder had truly taken shape just now.
Only an ember-red corner eave could be seen tearing through the heavy, viscous mist.
Perhaps what burst forth was not mist at all, but the gate.
A bronze ghost gate that did not exist in this world descended at the summons of countless ghost gods, slowly opening to reveal an ember-red corner eave.
Curved corners and soaring eaves interlocked layer upon layer, strange beasts jutting out at angles—some crouching, some sitting, some lying prone, some standing tall. Only when the long eaves completely flew out of the mist did glazed true tiles finally come into view, blue-black as the heavens.
The yin wind howled in fury.
Long banners hung from the corner eaves, majestic as iron scrolls.
Under the pressure of the enormous palace, the mist receded like the tide, and the gigantic bronze gate vanished along with it.
Drip.
A blue-black ghostly foot stepped onto the ground.
Black droplets dripped from the sodden trouser legs.
Ding-dong.
In an instant, Supreme Yin Mystic Water covered the earth