The gray river of souls gathered in the Yin Sky churned into a whirlpool. Above the Huangquan Great Earth, countless souls rose into the air, joy spreading everywhere... The entire land was awaiting the arrival of this moment.
Yet at this moment, everything came to a strange halt.
The sky seemed to have been severed into countless segments. The vortex representing reincarnation had stopped turning, and the newly formed cycle of reincarnation had begun collapsing from the inside out.
It was like finally building a world-shaking dam, only for it to burst less than three days after its completion.
The souls wailed, the wandering spirits despaired, and Huangquan became a purgatory. Everywhere one looked, there were sufferers sinking in agony.
"Could it be... that we still failed...?"
"Impossible. I don't believe it..."
"Why... why?!"
Howling, shrieking, and screeching, countless souls sinking in Huangquan transformed into one ghastly, ferocious face after another. They wanted to charge into the already halted, collapsing vortex of reincarnation, forcing their way inside.
They surged forward one after another, like stars falling from the sky.
Reincarnation was like the moon reflected in water—visible, yet untouchable.
More souls surged forward one after another.
"Let go of me... let go of me—!!!"
As though his heart were being squeezed, Prince Tianlu had lost every trace of a Netherworld prince's bearing. He had fallen as low as a battered dog... screaming and begging at once.
He pleaded desperately for mercy, but Xiji's gaze was cold, almost devoid of emotion. No, Xiji had never possessed any affection for him in the first place. If his brother, Prince Tianxiang, had been here instead, perhaps there would still have been a sliver of hope?
Prince Tianlu felt miserable at the thought.
"Save me... Empress Dowager..." Prince Tianlu looked toward the Empress