Underworld Branch

Underworld Branch. The instant they rushed into that speck of "darkness," there was none of the eerie terror they had imagined. Instead, it was like passing through a cool film of water.

The view before them suddenly opened up, but it was not the mountain of knives and sea of fire, nor Yama's grand hall, that they had imagined.

Instead, it was a broad, silent gray flagstone road, winding forward and stretching into the mist-shrouded distance.

On both sides of the road bloomed boundless Other Shore Flowers, bewitching and beautiful.

"Is this the Yellow Springs Road?" Zhou Qing transmitted with his Yin Spirit, curiously taking in his surroundings.

"Only a projection of the Yellow Springs Road."

Long Aotian's voice carried a trace of understanding.

"How could the true Underworld be so easy to enter?"

Lin Yan's Yang Spirit led the way ahead, its clear light especially eye-catching in the dim gray surroundings.

Before long, two vague figures appeared in the mist ahead.

As they drew closer, they saw they were two "people" dressed in clothing similar to ancient bailiffs, though far plainer in style.

Their faces were pale, their eyes hollow. Chains and command tokens hung at their waists, and their bodies emitted a cold yin aura around the middle stage of Refining Essence into Qi.

They were precisely two Ghost Messengers of the lowest rank.

"Those who come, halt! Living souls from the yang world—why have you trespassed into the territory of the Yin Administration?"

One Ghost Messenger stepped forward, his tone carrying the cold indifference of someone merely carrying out official business.

Lin Yan's Yang Spirit cupped his hands, neither servile nor overbearing. "Lin Yan of Maoshan in the mortal world has brought the Yin Spirits of two fellow Daoists here. We have an important matter and seek