In the Black Forest Sea of the Great Wilderness, this bizarre region, whose overall expanse nearly rivaled the entirety of Southern Wilderness, drew more and more explorers by the day.
People had long been stationed by the Yellow Springs River. Especially after Old Ancestor Cui attained enlightenment upon its banks, many experts of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect had taken to sitting by the river and trying their luck as well.
Though they all knew the odds of attaining enlightenment were infinitesimal, they could still gain something from it, especially those experts who cultivated the Yellow Springs Secret Canon.
Yet no one knew that an unknown change had already arisen in the depths of Yellow Springs.
The ferryman who roamed above Yellow Springs seemed to have sensed something. Steering his lone boat, he traveled all the way to Yellow Springs' deepest reaches, where a vortex had appeared within the boundless waters.
A strange rhythm surfaced over Yellow Springs. The Yellow Springs Ferryman walked to the prow and stood motionless, quietly sensing it.
Within Yellow Springs, countless resentful spirits and evil specters boiled over as though the pot had exploded, crazily flooding toward that vortex.
They were like koi scrambling toward the Dragon Gate, though none of them knew what lay beneath the vortex.
They only knew that a change had appeared, and where there was change, there was a chance to break free of Yellow Springs.
After being trapped here for countless years, their intelligence had long since been ground away. Only their final instincts still drove them onward, and only obsessions turned into instinct remained to command them.
Countless resentful souls and vicious ghosts frantically tore at those around them, trampling everything in their path. At this moment, they no longer seemed afraid of the Yellow Springs Ferryman.
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