"Could the Life and Death Records that Mindsu spoke of really hook out a person's soul?" Yuan Er's words made Bai Lingmiao suspicious.
From what he implied between the lines, was he saying that the King of Hell's Palace truly existed?
Though they spoke with such certainty, Bai Lingmiao did not believe them at heart. If what they said was true, then where did that leave the Unborn Mother, who governed death?
"Could there really be a King of Hell's Palace?" Second God voiced Bai Lingmiao's thoughts for her.
"Of course there is. Otherwise, what would I need your help for? Not only is there a King of Hell's Palace, there are even the Eighteen Levels of Hell! Do you know what road we're walking under our feet right now? It's the Road to the Yellow Springs!"
Those words chilled Tuoba Danqing, who was traveling with them. Looking down at the stone path beneath his feet, he shuddered all over. He anxiously looked around, feeling that coming along had perhaps been a mistake.
No one spoke after that. Everyone walked on in silence, each of them raising their guard.
The mountain road was long, but even the longest road had an end. Before long, a pitch-black Mountain Cave appeared before them.
A couplet hung above the Mountain Cave. The first line read: In the three lives of the Yang World, every outrage against Heaven and reason is of your own making. The second line read: In the Netherworld, from ancient times to the present, who has ever been spared? The horizontal inscription read: You've finally come.
The sinister wind blowing from within seemed to carry an icy chill, making everyone shiver from head to toe.
Seeing Bai Lingmiao's expression, Yuan Er, who led the way, gave a cold smile. "This