None of those capable of serving as guardians of a secret realm were simple characters.
Moreover, Ye Lin could not see through this old man at all. His cultivation was surely at the fourth level of the Golden Immortal realm or even higher.
Thus, he was not worried in the slightest.
Upon entering the vortex, Ye Lin felt a wave of dizziness rush straight into his mind, and his vision gradually blurred.
A moment later, the sensation vanished, and the scene before him came into view.
Beneath his feet lay patches upon patches of cracked, parched ground, while volcanoes rose one after another in the distance.
The sky was dim, and layer upon layer of black mist drifted through the air.
The entire atmosphere was oppressively heavy.
"So this is the Netherworld Ghost Realm? It really fits my vision of hell."
Ye Lin chuckled and muttered to himself. Back then, he had imagined what hell might look like, and this place happened to fulfill that fantasy.
There was not a single living creature in the surroundings, not the slightest trace of life to be seen.
Ye Lin simply wandered alone across this land.
Every so often, Ye Lin came across a fissure, through which scorching lava flowed.
Even he felt secretly alarmed by its temperature.
And so, Ye Lin wandered aimlessly through the area. After walking for three days, he still had not seen anything unusual.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but cracked earth and searing lava.
Other than that, there were only the few volcanoes in the distance, poised to erupt at any moment.
"There really isn't anything special about this Netherworld Ghost Realm."
As he walked, this thought could not help surfacing in Ye Lin's mind.
Looking at it now, there truly was