Rui God Sect's Soul Journey into the Netherworld

"Lingering in the Mortal Realm?"

At those words, Li Kun's mind suddenly tightened, and an indescribable terror erupted within him.

Between life and death lay a great terror.

The terror continued to spread through his heart, urging him toward madness, but the chain around his neck suddenly tightened. A vast pressure descended at once, crushing Li Kun until even breathing felt laborious, and that terrifying thought dissipated considerably.

As a member of the imperial clan, Li Kun had been clothed in finery and fed delicacies since childhood. Later, he ascended the throne as emperor. Though he had endured the grievances caused by court officials, when had he ever suffered such torment, almost akin to martial punishment? He was immediately beaten down until he could scarcely catch his breath, all strength drained from his body. The two constables seized him, shackled him, pinned him down, dragged him back, then pressed him into a door hanging in midair.

That door had not existed at first. It seemed to have emerged from thin air. Its frame was blood-red and covered in many relief carvings, while its edges were misty as fog, endlessly gathering and dispersing.

After the two constables pushed Li Kun into the door, one of them suddenly sensed something amiss. His gaze shifted and swept over the surroundings, pausing briefly as it passed over Qiu Yan.

"Say, why do I feel like that man was watching us just now?" said the constable with the ghostly face.

The other shook his head broadly. "How could that be? Do you know how much the Great Venerable expended for this matter? Even Dragon Qi has been temporarily screened off. He is merely a minister of the Dragon Court—how could he possibly see us? Even if he were a Grand Confucian, it would make no