"No wonder drinking the Soul Wine and then lying down in my room felt so comfortable and reassuring."
"Those two things were actually meant to stabilize my fate..."
As he pondered this, Pei Ling felt the coffin he was lying in come to a stop.
"Creak, creak, creak..."
Soon, he heard a noise from above. The coffin lid began to open, little by little.
A thread of deep blue light spilled down from high above, shining into the coffin.
The sky was no longer pitch-black, so dark he couldn't see his own hand in front of him, but it was still gloomy and dim, without a hint of brightness.
At the same time, the black-robed figure's voice came from above Pei Ling. "Nine."
Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the firmament: a grayish-blue sky that looked like daytime, yet held not a trace of sunlight.
He had no idea where the deep blue light came from. It danced eerily in midair, spilling down from time to time.
The black-robed figure from the Post Station stood ramrod straight beside the coffin, gazing at him from beneath its hood with a cold, gloomy gaze.
Pei Ling immediately sat up and was about to climb out of the coffin, but he saw nothing but an immense expanse of murky yellow water all around. This was no longer the Post Station; it was a tremendously wide river.
The river ran a murky yellow, its bottom unfathomable. Its waters surged on, their source and destination unknown.
Just then, the black-robed figure took out a lantern about the size of a human head. As soon as it appeared, a ball of deep blue flame emerged inside, identical to the light dancing in the air.
The flame bounced around in the