After entering the spring that led into the underworld, Liu Zhi felt his body being squeezed by a tremendous force.
If he hadn't been a mythic being, the pressure might have crushed his body to pieces.
Liu Zhi finally understood why everyone in Egypt knew the way out of the underworld, yet so few ever returned from it.
It wasn't that their mummies had been poorly made. The problem was that not everyone could withstand this pressure.
If they couldn't make it through the crushing force to leave the underworld, the souls of those seeking resurrection would be shattered by it, and repairing the damage could take a very long time.
That was more than enough time for them to do plenty of things.
Only if someone used a special spell to create a corresponding passage by the spring could ordinary souls be guaranteed safe passage.
Otherwise, only powerful gods of death could pass through freely.
Liu Zhi was a powerful god of death.
The pressure of the spring before him was, in truth, nothing special to him.
After spinning around in the spring's mouth several times, Liu Zhi was flung out.
When he came to, he realized he had left the underworld and was now in a forest.
The forest before him seemed to lie below sea level. Liu Zhi looked around and saw that hardly any sunlight reached it.
This wasn't all that unusual. Some forests were so densely wooded that the trees blocked out part of the sunlight.
But that was definitely not what was happening here.
Liu Zhi sensed that the forest lay at the bottom of a rift valley.
Because of the valley, sunlight could reach the forest only at certain times.
Most of the time, the forest remained shrouded in gloom.
It was precisely