Rumble-
The ancient Forgotten River stretched a thousand zhang across, its waves churning with an unending thunderous roar.
Its waters were unfathomably deep, turbid beyond measure, cold and deathly still, their chill piercing straight into the depths of the soul!
The surroundings likewise bore the oppressive weight of a land of death. Earthen-yellow Yellow Springs Qi obscured the sky, casting dim light over everything below.
"The buildings around here seem to be projected images..."
Xu Yan stood upon the great river, steadying himself with Mystic Qi as he warily surveyed his surroundings.
The ancient buildings along the Forgotten River flickered in and out of sight within the thin Yellow Springs mist, as though they might vanish at any moment. They seemed both real and unreal, like mirages.
He recalled what the Red-Robed Lady had told him: everything in the Netherworld Land was an interweaving of illusion and reality, truth and falsehood impossible to distinguish. Although this was only the road leading there, it had clearly been affected as well.
I mustn't act rashly. I have to proceed carefully.
With that thought, Xu Yan sharpened his vigilance to the utmost.
Just then, a startled cry came from not far ahead. A Daoist emerged from the water, his expression frantic and his eyes bulging wide.
He was a rogue cultivator. He shot into the air with a strange shriek, as though he had seen something horrifying beneath the Forgotten River.
He raced toward the bank like a madman!
Xu Yan frowned slightly, his gaze fixed firmly on him. An Immortal Aperture Daoist could fly across a thousand zhang in just a few breaths.
Xu Yan watched as he landed on the bank, only for an enormous arm to suddenly reach out from its depths!
The arm was bluish-gray, like that of a