June 1, the Underworld.
The entrance to the Underworld was thick with yin energy, ghostly figures flickering everywhere.
"Is this the legendary Underworld?"
Most ghosts walked sluggishly, looking back every few steps, as if they still hadn't realized they were dead. The line behind them stretched so far it disappeared from sight. Some came from the cultivation world, while others hailed from different civilizations.
From the corner of their eyes, they could see distant black mountains surging like colossal living beasts, brimming with the unknown and terror.
"Keep moving up front! There are so many people waiting!" a ghost behind them shouted impatiently.
"There still aren't enough grim reapers," two high-ranking Underworld officials said as they watched the ghosts form a long queue, shaking their heads helplessly.
Both of them had been mighty Tribulation Transcendence experts in life. After death, they had stayed in the Underworld to maintain order.
One of them took it in stride. "The Underworld was only established recently. We'll gradually have more staff."
"By the way, have you seen Immortal Venerable Yingtian? I've gathered all the materials he asked me to collect for refining the Three Lives Stone."
"He went back to the world of the living today. He's not in the Underworld."
"He went back to the world of the living? Could he have gone to celebrate the newly ascended Immortal Venerable Meng?"
The other person shook his head. "I heard it's some big shot's birthday today. He went to celebrate with that big shot."
Heaven Gate Peak.
The Immortal of Time and the Immortal of Ninefolds faced each other over a chessboard, their immortal bearing and poise undimmed. Black and white pieces clashed, playing out countless worlds as the murmuring tones of the Great Dao echoed around them.
"Does the Undying still remember