Nether Palace

The road ahead was far from smooth. Countless supernatural things wandered within the City Moat.

Pale faces bobbed up and down, forming the only color beneath the water.

Drifting hair, like seaweed, nearly carpeted the entire riverbed.

Their mouths hung open, pitch-black within, their pupils blood-red as they howled and shrieked in agony.

But... there was no sound.

The water's surface cut off everything.

Qin He was deeply shaken. These were actually wronged souls trapped within the ghost domain.

Their numbers nearly filled the entire City Moat.

The Dao Principles of Reincarnation had almost completely failed within this space.

Worthy indeed of being a great terror of the human world, living up to the fearsome name of the supernatural.

Endless resentment and malevolent energy steamed upward, slowly gathering over the Imperial City. Faintly, a gigantic Supernatural Creature seemed to be coiled above it.

A single bridge spanned the river, leading toward the city gate.

"Master, my mission is complete. I wish you good luck." At that moment, the Supernatural Doll spoke.

Before Qin He could respond, it crumbled into ashes inch by inch. A wisp of gray Remnant Soul was sucked into the City Moat, revealing its illusory form—a plain-looking freckled youth in plain clothes.

Before the blankness in his eyes had fully faded, it turned to terror, and he rapidly sank toward the riverbed.

The road of reincarnation was severed; souls could not be reborn.

Qin He hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped onto the long bridge.

In an instant, the river seemed to boil. Countless sharp claws, tentacles, and strands of hair swept toward Qin He like a sky-covering tide. Terrifying sonic shrieks pierced his eardrums, making wave after wave of dizziness wash over him.

Even a butcher who had slaughtered people without blinking would have been