Winding, Twisting Road

Quiet, dim, cold—those were Liu Xiaoxiao's current sensations.

Is this what death feels like? Liu Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly to himself. So this is what it feels like after death.

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoxiao remembered something and immediately perked up.

Previously, every time he died, Zhang Shiwen would revive him at once, causing him to subconsciously believe that once he died, everything was over.

But recalling what Rong Nianbing had said earlier, hope flared within him once more.

"Is this the Underworld?" Liu Xiaoxiao released his Spiritual Power, using it in place of his eyes.

Everything around him was gray and dim. He did not know whether it was because he was already dead and could no longer perceive color, or whether the Underworld had always been like this.

Liu Xiaoxiao constantly felt a chill, but it was not caused by low temperatures. He had long since died and lost his body, leaving only his soul behind. Like the old demons of Devil's Archipelago, he existed as a spiritual body.

Although the surroundings were silent, they were not devoid of life. All kinds of Underworld creatures were absorbing Netherworld Qi—Underworld energy—and cultivating instinctively. That sense of silence was likely only because he had lost his hearing, or rather, because he had lost all five senses.

Calling them Underworld creatures was not entirely accurate. Those beings could no longer be defined as alive or dead, for they were merely skeletons. They resembled Undead creatures somewhat.

As for Liu Xiaoxiao's current state, he was entirely a soul body. He did not even possess a human form, merely existing as a wisp of mist.

"Since I still exist, this means the trial isn't over yet. There is still hope." Liu Xiaoxiao began to think. "Relying on the God Realm to save me... that should be