Black Mountain Demon Wants to Be the Boss

Blood-red light surged into the sky, illuminating the Underworld's perpetually dim and lightless surroundings with its dazzling crimson glow.

The black City of Wrongful Death resembled the ghost gate of the Underworld from human legends, its pitch-black walls dozens of meters high.

Outside the towering gates of the City of Wrongful Death, huge scarlet lanterns hung high in the air, drifting about as though alive.

They emitted an exceptionally eerie and strange sound. Listening closely, it seemed to be a variation of the festive music played during human weddings.

Meng Qi rode a stolen skeleton warhorse, stepped upon black clouds, crossed the towering walls, and flew directly into the City of Wrongful Death.

That was right. Though the City of Wrongful Death's walls looked magnificent, they had never been intended to keep people out.

After all, this was the Underworld. Its most numerous inhabitants were beastlike wandering souls and wild ghosts, along with lowly ghost civilians whose intelligence had been awakened but whose strength remained weak.

Every ghost was a gaseous lifeform, born with the ability to float and fly. Even a hundred-meter-high super wall could not stop them.

The reason the City of Wrongful Death had walls was because Black Mountain Demon used them as symbols of identity and status for the ghosts under her rule.

Ghost civilians were forbidden from flying and could only remain on the ground like mortal humans.

Officially registered yin soldiers could fly below the height of the walls, while powerful ghost generals stood above all others and could freely fly through the City of Wrongful Death.

"The Celestial Court and the immortals and Buddhas have all vanished, yet the demons and monsters did not descend into chaos and destruction. Instead, they filled the vacancies left by the former immortals and gods."

Meng Qi