"There's no doubt about it. You have to accompany me to the Land of the Dead," I said.
"The Land of the Dead? Isn't that the hell of Fusang mythology? What are we going there for?" Wuxin asked in shock.
"Only by going there might I be able to truly use the power within me," I said.
"If that's the case, I understand." Wuxin nodded and said to me, "I'll go with you. With my Heartless Power, ordinary ghosts could never possibly be my match."
"You're being too modest." I shook my head and said, "Your Heartless Power is the natural nemesis of ghosts. It can attack their true bodies directly. Therefore, even an ordinary Ghost King wouldn't be your match."
"It's just a pity that before the King of Samsara, I'm like a stray dog." Wuxin gave a bitter laugh, his expression filled with anguish.
"It's nothing to worry about. By the way, after you left, did anything strange happen in the real world?" I asked.
"Of course not. Everything remained normal—or rather, so normal that it was unbelievable," Wuxin said. "Although our Heartless Clan isn't exactly benevolent, we often did things to exorcise demons and uphold justice."
"But now it's all over. We're completely irrelevant. Many organizations have already disbanded. The human world has entered an age without ghosts."
"There are no ghosts in the human world, but there are plenty here." I sighed. Then I suddenly thought of something and couldn't help asking, "By the way, I want to ask you something."
"What is it?" Wuxin asked curiously, glancing at me.
"Have you ever dealt with a Black Swordsman?" I suddenly asked.
Wuxin looked confused, so I described the Black Swordsman. He shook his head and said, "I have indeed seen this person. He was utterly despondent,