Underworld.
The instant Yellow Dragon landed, he felt the familiar laws of the netherworld envelop him.
He was the Lord of Fengdu. Upon this land of the Underworld, his authority was second only to Lady Houtu's.
Sensing his arrival, the surrounding netherworldly qi retreated to either side of its own accord, yielding a broad path.
This was Duobao's first time setting foot in the Underworld.
The chief disciple of the Sect of Interception frowned. It was not discomfort—the laws of the Underworld were simply utterly unlike those of the Primordial World.
There was no spiritual qi in the air here, only netherworldly qi; no sun, moon, or stars overhead, only a dim canopy of darkness; the earth beneath their feet was a somber gray, and every plant was steeped in netherworldly qi.
Farther away, a turbid, blood-colored river stretched across the horizon, its waters surging soundlessly onward.
Countless hazy shadows struggled slowly upon its surface. Only by climbing out of the River of Forgetfulness could one qualify to enter reincarnation; otherwise, one could only dissolve away within the river!
Bridges spanned the River of Forgetfulness one after another, and countless departed souls crossed them into the Underworld.
On the far bank, the immense phantom of the Six Paths Samsara Disk shone with six-colored radiance in the gloom—the Underworld's sole source of light.
Yellow Dragon walked at the very front.
With every step he took, a phantom black-gold lotus bloomed beneath his foot. It was the manifestation of the Lord of Fengdu's authority!
Upon this land of the Underworld, he was not a disciple of the Sect of Elucidation, nor was he the Purple Tenuity Emperor. He was the Fengdu Emperor.
Xuandu walked at his side. The Purple-Gold Gourd in his hands emitted a faint purple-gold glow amid the Underworld's darkness.