The King of Wei Mistakenly Drinks the Underworld Broth, The Immortal Reveals the Broth's Deception in Chenliu

King Jia of Wei felt as though his whole body were drifting weightlessly, like willow fluff wrapped in the wind, while his consciousness was muddled beyond measure.

He could not tell whether he was awake or asleep. He could not remember how much time had passed. It felt as if he had drifted through boundless darkness for countless years, yet also as if it had only been the blink of an eye.

Then, at some moment, a solid sensation suddenly came from beneath his feet, as though he had stepped onto cool earth. Only then did his muddled soul slowly gather itself, gaining a little clarity.

But immediately afterward, a violent headache struck him. His temples throbbed furiously, and his throat was so dry it felt ready to smoke.

He wanted to open his eyes and look around, but his eyelids were as heavy as if lead weights hung from them. After struggling for a long while, he could only pry open a narrow slit.

"So even after people die, their bodies can still grow tired and hurt."

King Jia of Wei thought groggily, "It would be better if it were like the legends say—light enough to float through the air, without a trace of suffering."

After holding on a little longer, a cool touch suddenly landed between his brows, like a drop of morning dew falling onto his skin and sliding down his forehead.

That chill drove away much of his exhaustion, and his heavy eyelids finally began to lift slowly.

But just as his eyes were about to open, unease welled up in his heart, filling his mind with a chaotic jumble of thoughts.

"I wonder what the road to the Yellow Springs looks like?

Is it pitch-black, or is it like the roads of the mortal world?