"Xi" immediately turned into a streak of blue-black Escape Light and darted into the fissure.
The fissure snapped shut at once, vanishing without a trace.
"Yu" turned back and glanced at the third gate, where blood qi surged and roiled, grotesque and terrifying. A trace of reluctance and melancholy crossed his gloomy face before he, too, quickly disappeared.
The chilling wind howled across the desolate wilderness. The footprints of the living and the dead were soon buried beneath rolling sand and dust, leaving not the slightest trace.
Amid the surging blood waterfall, the gate woven from enormous vines was covered in tumors. Countless heads hung down in silence, its surface mottled with age.
It seemed to have stood there since time immemorial.
And it seemed that even after endless ages, it would remain unmoved.
You Su Fen.
Thick white mist hung like layer upon layer of crepe silk, obscuring the view.
Three figures stood silently in a muddy wasteland.
The one in the middle had frost at his temples. Though wrinkles had appeared at the corners of his eyes and brows, they did nothing to diminish his handsome features. He wore a light robe with loose sash, his bearing calm and unhurried. The person on the left wore an emperor's robe and a golden crown, his regal splendor revealing unmistakable authority. The man on the right wore a blue robe and straw sandals. Apart from the long sword on his back, he had no other adornments.
They were Fu Xuanxu, Zhong Kui Yueji, and Ning Wuye.
They remained standing, rigid as wood and stone, without the slightest trace of breath about them.
The white mist roiled. Ghostly Beings occasionally passed by the three, yet showed no interest in their bodies.
It was as if they were nothing more than