Gate of the Netherworld

The Witch Curse Sea had arrived.

The sight before them made every Human Race Cultivator suck in a cold breath.

This stretch of sea, once ten thousand leagues of azure waves, had now vanished completely. In its place was a colossal Abyss whose bottom could not be seen at a glance, its mouth tens of thousands of miles around, its edges steep as if carved by a blade.

The seawater had long since dried up, not even a single drop remaining, as though it had been devoured clean by some power.

Black fog churned within the Abyss, blotting out heaven and sun, giving off a nauseating Netherworld Qi.

Above the Abyss hovered a massive Stone Gate. The Stone Gate was a hundred zhang tall, pitch-black from top to bottom, its surface covered in ancient runes and emitting a dim black light.

Within the Stone Gate was a Misty Gray road that led into endless darkness.

Around the Stone Gate, black fog surged, and countless Netherworld cultivators poured out from within, a dense black mass that covered heaven and sun.

Asura stood before the Gate of the Netherworld, the Purple Gold Banner suspended at his side, the Golden Runes on its surface slowly flowing.

The Yellow Springs Banner hung at the Top of his Head, Black Qi surging.

Behind him stood more than twenty Deity Transformation peak Nether Cultivators. Farther back were over a hundred late Deity Transformation and mid Deity Transformation Netherworld cultivators, and at the very rear were tens of thousands of Nascent Soul and Golden Core Netherworld cultivators.

A dense black mass, like a black ocean.

Xuanqing led more than a hundred Deity Transformation cultivators to hover at the edge of the Abyss, facing the Netherworld cultivators from afar.

Spiritual lights of every color Intertwined with black Netherworld