New Chapter: Shaking the Foundations of the Supernatural Realm's Existence

At Outpost No. 1, everyone was dead, yet they did not know it.

Wang Xuan left, but turned back for one final look. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

They were dead, yet their daily lives continued "as usual." They themselves were unaware, repeating everything they were supposed to do, unable to break free from that dreadful vicious cycle.

Perhaps even after a very long time, no news would make it back to the Supernatural Center Universe. Newly arrived Supernatural Practitioners would likewise join them, falling together into that horrifying cycle of decay and awakening.

Was this region itself unusual, or had "Hell Becomes Empty," in some sense, already come true? Was that why there were no living people left?

"Was it caused by the scene of a saint's fall? Even without looking toward the sky, they still died. Or did the great fog in the ruins have problems?" Wang Xuan departed with these doubts.

He looked at the map and followed the routes opened up by the various "advance teams." Yet along the way, he frowned again. Was this really safe?

Everyone he had seen was dead. Their experiences had already proven to have problems. If he followed their paths, would his final destination also turn him into someone like them?

The forest was dense, teeming with countless species. Snow-white, fluffy mutant Hell Cats, five-colored immortal sparrows with radiant feathers, all kinds of small animals, as well as monsters, appeared from time to time among the mountains and across the plains.

During the day, Hell was so normal. All things flourished, brimming with life.

Wang Xuan asked the Mysterious Mobile Phone, "Why was Outpost No. 1 like that? Are there no living people in hell? How was it caused?"

The Mysterious Mobile Phone fell