On the Yellow Springs Road, there were neither old nor young.
Endless Yellow Sand stretched beyond sight, with no sunlit road to be seen. There were no relatives or neighbors, no sun, moon, or stars. Looking back, one could vaguely see earth-yellow paper money fluttering through the air, while paper banners rustled as they summoned Yin souls. There was no road back.
The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals escorted the prisoners' True Spirits under the command of the Heavenly Dao, protected by the golden light of their divine offices.
Without taking a boat through Ghost Gate Pass, they could only set foot on the Yellow Springs Road and proceed on foot. The long procession left behind the rosy, cloud-wreathed South Heavenly Gate, and the scenery abruptly changed into a boundless expanse of yellow dust.
Bai Yujun felt as though she had passed through an even more complicated Teleportation Array and arrived in the underworld in the blink of an eye.
She lowered her head and looked at the faint Divine Light on her shoulder.
"With a divine office, the Heavenly Dao's blessing protects one from being seeped into and eroded by underworld Ghost Qi. Without the protection of Divine Light, one would probably find it difficult to enter the underworld. With a Heavenly Soldier's cultivation, barging into Yellow Springs would be no different from courting death. How could the boundary between life and death be crossed so easily?"
She raised her palm and examined it. This kind of Divine Light did not seem difficult; with profound enough cultivation, it should be possible to imitate it.
If every stray nobody could sneak into the underworld, what chaos would that be? Of course, it was not impossible that certain people possessed Exotic Treasures and secretly traveled between the Yin and Yang Realms. But