Meeting Black Wind Fiend Again

As the saying went, chaos was a ladder. That held true in both the mortal world and the underworld.

Nightshade wasn't sure what had happened after Nine Nether and the rise of the three rival kingdoms, Great Ying, Great Zhao, and Great Chu. He had been inside the Eighteen Layers of Hell and knew nothing of the outside world.

But why hadn't those eighteen ghosts come out to set the Nine Nether in order?

They had been able to drive so many Ghost Emperors out of the Nine Nether and into the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Wiping out three kingdoms would be child's play to them, no more than lifting a finger.

Could they too be trapped in the Eighteen Layers of Hell, unable to move?

"Let's go back."

He recalled Nightshade. If he couldn't figure it out, there was no point dwelling on it. Zhao Han had only wanted to learn a little more.

He just had to stay away from the Nine Nether. Whatever happened there had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Han strode through the Death Gate.

The moment he crossed it, a vast mass of lake water pressed in around him.

The water was gray-black, murky, deep, and bone-chillingly cold. It exuded an intense aura of death, and even his nose could pick up the smell of corpses.

"If I remember right, Yin Corpse Mound is laid out with four mountains surrounding a lake. The lakebed should be the passage connecting Yin Corpse Mound to the Ancient Battlefield."

Zhao Han hurriedly swam upward. On the way, he spotted numerous coffins floating in the lake.

Some were large, some small; some were wooden, some metal, and some stone. Some were covered in black grime, while others looked brand-new.

This must be Yin Corpse Mound's corpse-nurturing ground.