Nether Sea.
This place had already become marked by reincarnation.
Waves rippled everywhere.
And the empty expanse behind the Nether Sea, the heaven and earth that had once been void of all things,
was also undergoing changes today.
Silent, dim, and hazy.
Faint gleams like cold fire flickered throughout this heaven and earth.
A pitch-black gate rose from nothingness, the deathly stillness coiling around it especially distinct.
Yet compared to that deathly stillness, the streaks of reincarnation Dao intent were even more conspicuous.
The great hall was ancient and weighty. On the plaque above one of its chambers were the three words: "Underworld Hall."
A vast figure, as boundless and surging as the endless sea, seemed to fill this realm of reincarnation.
He opened his eyes and looked toward the Underworld Hall.
His gaze was black as ink, as emotionless as heaven itself.
As it swept indifferently over the place, several figures prostrate upon the ground could not help but tremble.
"Too terrifying."
These reincarnation beings could not have their ages measured by the mere passage of years.
Outside, they were all ancient immortals who refused to die, but within reincarnation, there was no death.
"Your Excellency, we have finished everything outside. We would never dare overlook any of your instructions."
"Yes, Emperor Venerable. This lowly one has worked diligently and never dared slacken in the slightest."
The several figures spoke over one another, scrambling to display their loyalty.
They had no choice. The fate of those with rebellious bones at the backs of their heads had made them tremble with fear. In their view, being ground to dust and scattered to the winds would have been the kinder end.
They must not forget that this Reincarnation Nether Venerable, this Samsara Dao Lord, commanded reincarnation itself—a domain no one had