"Yang Ming, what do you mean by this?"
Dai Weisi froze, an unprecedented sense of unease settling over his heart.
Yang Ming curled his lips. Rather than waste words on a man who was about to die, he opened the space behind him like the ravenous maw of a savage Ferocious Beast. Amid a series of sharp cracks, Yang Ming's own Six Paths Reincarnation World appeared before Dai Weisi and swallowed him whole.
This was a world of the dead.
The heavens were pitch-black, with only a blood moon hanging high above.
The entire world spiraled downward, growing narrower the deeper it went, divided into eighteen levels. Each was an entirely different hell. All prisoners who had committed sins in life would have their souls imprisoned here after death, enduring all manner of inhuman torment. Once their souls had been worn smooth by the endless passage of time, some would enter the cycle of reincarnation to be reborn, while others would simply become the world's tiniest particles, nourishing its growth.
A river of Yellow Springs seemed to descend from the heavens, flowing toward some unknown distance.
Dai Weisi sat aboard a boat, staring blankly at his surroundings.
He saw the Evil-Eyed Saint King, whom the Star Luo Royal Family worshipped, trapped within the Eighteen Levels of Hell. With every bout of death by a thousand cuts, cries of pain from the depths of the soul burst from that tiger's jaws.
Seemingly sensing Dai Weisi's gaze, the Evil-Eyed Saint King wearily opened those eyes. At the sight of a lone boat drifting past nearby, carrying Yang Ming and Dai Weisi, the Saint King immediately bared those teeth.
But before any threats could escape, a great blade hacked down viciously, carving a glaring wound into the Saint King's body. The damage inflicted