Netherworld Passage Art.
Open!
Boom!
A vast fog covered the wall, then thinned slightly.
The wall turned insubstantial, and a road leading to the Ninefold Nether appeared before them.
"While no one's here, go. Quickly."
Xu Yuan spoke.
From deep in the darkness came a chill wind, carrying the scent of corpses peculiar to the Ninefold Nether.
Cold, ghostly firelight illuminated their faces.
"Home..."
Someone could not help speaking aloud.
Even the old man nodded and said with a sigh:
"We've been out fighting for so long. At last, I can feel the Ninefold Nether again... We have nowhere left to turn. No one will blame us if we retreat now." His words lifted everyone's spirits.
The next instant,
Xu Yuan's expression changed first.
Then Bai Yuanze and the old man looked toward the depths of the passage.
"What is this... Such extraordinary power..."
Xu Yuan murmured, dazed.
Wind.
The wind beneath the Ninefold Nether changed from biting cold to warm, filled with the violent, murky heat of a summer evening.
The stale scent of iron rust spread through the air.
In the Void,
it seemed as though hundreds of millions of voices were chanting at once.
Thick fog rolled like a sea, like a prison.
Xu Yuan looked down.
A strange blood-red Rune had appeared on his hand.
What is this thing?
Curious, Xu Yuan raised his head and looked around at the others.
The old man bowed and stepped aside. Everyone else stood solemnly and saluted him and Bai Yuanze together.
Xu Yuan glanced at Bai Yuanze and saw a twisted, uncanny Rune on his hand too.
But their Runes were fundamentally different, as though they represented different meanings.
"The nine blood curses—the nine Bloodlines of 'Tong,' 'Demon,' 'Annihilation,' and the others—have fully awakened. It means the Old