Netherworld

Such dense yin energy was something ghost cultivators could only dream of. Yet this abnormally strange upheaval instead filled the ghost cultivators with several degrees more fear—a terror of the unknown.

Yu Ji pressed her lips together, her beautiful hair whipping and whistling wildly in the fierce wind. Behind her, the ghost generals' eyes flickered with uncertainty, having no idea what was about to happen...

On Shuntian Island, Bi Changchun, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes shut inside a large house, abruptly opened his eyes and vanished from the room. When he reappeared, he was already standing by Thousand Mile Lake, facing Yin Feng Valley with a bright moon held aloft in one hand...

More precisely, it was a mirror gleaming with pure white light. Suddenly, all the white light withdrew into the mirror. Within its ancient, smooth surface framed by vine patterns, the scene before Nine Nether Cave abruptly appeared, including Yu Ji and the others, whose expressions were filled with uncertainty.

The mirror floated before him. Bi Changchun furrowed his brows, confusion showing through his intent gaze. Clearly, even he did not know what was happening...

Within Nine Nether Cave, beyond the Netherworld Sea of Fire, the towering Netherworld Gate emitted a dull, heart-quailing rumble. The gap where the gates met gradually widened, while the Netherworld Sea of Fire before it, which had burned for who knew how many years, churned violently. The chaotic currents made the countless skull carvings upon the enormous walls of Nether Iron Mountain emit all manner of cries. Skull faces of men and women, old and young, large and small, seemed to come alive in an instant, weeping to someone unknown about the misfortunes of their former lives.

The countless cries gathered and echoed endlessly through the underground space, miserable and