In another underworld nether realm, Golden Hoop Immortal held a bright lamp that radiated twenty-four layers of brilliance, illuminating the void in every direction and reflecting scene after scene. Beneath each scene gathered quite a few departed souls, watching the changes within.
Some laughed as they cried; some merely stared blankly; others took one look, lowered their heads, and looked no further, yet did not leave either.
"Alas!" Golden Hoop Immortal sighed inwardly as he looked at the people below.
The moment he entered this place, he understood that it was the final destination of countless departed souls before they dispersed. It was somewhat like Wrongful Death City, yet different in nature. Most of the departed souls here were merely lingering images—regrets, attachments, or the final things the dead had worried over.
In essence, the original owners of these emotions had already entered reincarnation.
Only the last trace of obsession in their hearts had yet to fade.
Taken separately, these emotions were exceedingly weak. Even several hundred piled together could not compare to the power of wishes born from a single sacrifice by an ordinary living being. Yet these emotions ultimately originated from spirituality and could be considered derivatives of Supreme Dao Ancestor's power. Given sufficient numbers, they could still accumulate into some powerful individuals.
For instance, in worlds rich in vital energy and complete in their underworlds, these obsessions would gather along the Nether River. Scoured day and night by its currents, they would eventually become Three-Life Stones, representing unceasing entanglement, unrepentant ignorance, and stubborn true nature.
In worlds whose level was insufficient, however, these emotions could neither be dissolved nor used, and so were regarded as useless refuse. They were either piled up deep within the underworld and endlessly settled, or directly expelled from heaven and earth along