Only now had the Yin Yang Two Realms truly been revealed to the public.
An evocative term, carried by Lan Yu's breakthrough in solo information, reached Mei Sheng's heart like a heavy stone pressing down on it.
It made her raise her head and stare at the wind and rain filling the sky, as well as the inverted Old Yu Street bound by the Red Pattern.
This place was the Yin World. Did that mean the inverted place was the Yang World? Was the place they had come from truly the fourth floor of the upside-down Eighteenth Floor in the sky?
Lan Yu's move had been dangerous, but it had paid off handsomely.
Yet sometimes, being ignorant was actually luckier. At the very least, one could die with less pain.
The more one knew, the more hopeless one's death became.
Lan Yu let out a long breath, removed the glove from his left hand, exposing the prosthetic limb beneath, and rested it on the wall as he gazed upward through the rain.
Heavy raindrops soaked his increasingly pale face. His damp, disheveled hair shattered his usual poise and elegance.
"Old Yu Street is divided into black and white. During the day, supernatural phenomena fade; at night, ghosts run rampant. But at midnight every day, the gate to the Yin World opens, and the ghost tide ascends the building.
"The source of the countless ghosts here lies there."
Lan Yu raised his right hand and pointed a single finger toward one of the rooms on the Eighteenth Floor. His voice was faint and ghostly, as though a Lost Soul were recounting the tale.
"Back to the furnace!
"The ghosts of Old Yu Street were all created, born from a Giant Furnace in Number 1818.
"They were born there, and they were