Boom!
The Red Moon was not domineering, but it carried an aura that enveloped and dissolved all things. As its light shone on the shadow wreathed in inky black mist, it instantly tore away every disguise, revealing its true form.
It was a cold, stiff old corpse.
Its face was numb.
Its eyes were deathly still.
It wore an old-fashioned black burial robe and a pointed paper hat. A talisman hung from the brim, bearing four characters in an ancient script: "Peace throughout the world."
That appearance.
It involuntarily reminded Jiang Qiao of a legendary ghost god.
"Black Impermanence?"
Jiang Qiao could not hide his astonishment.
Before his transmigration.
Where he had lived, stories of the underworld and Black and White Impermanence collecting souls had been passed down since ancient times. Now he had reached the Yellow Springs Road, seen the River of Forgetfulness, and set foot on the Bridge of Helplessness.
He had never imagined.
That he would also encounter an Impermanence ghost.
But there were two Impermanences in the legends, Black Impermanence and White Impermanence, while only one was here.
Why was that?
"Heh."
"It's been many years since anyone called him that."
The Bridge Spirit chuckled.
"To be precise, he's only a remnant of Black Impermanence's soul. The real Black Impermanence perished alongside White Impermanence in the great war back then. White Impermanence simply left nothing behind, while Black Impermanence left a few traces."
Jiang Qiao's path was blocked.
Black Impermanence stood between him and the Bridge Spirit, barring Jiang Qiao's attack.
"I don't mind telling you."
"All the myths you know were given tangible form back then. Whether the Impermanence ghosts, King Yama, or Ox-Head and Horse-Face, they all truly existed in that era."
"According to legend."
"The deities not only established the underworld, but even