In the endless darkness, it was hard to tell direction.
To Chu Mo, however, this darkness was no different from daylight. In his eyes, everything here was perfectly clear, down to the finest detail.
The soil was a dark brown, identical to the Netherworld Soil outside, without a blade of grass or a scrap of wood.
What differed was that, aside from the Banner Spirits Chu Mo had sent in, countless Yin Spirits wandered this land, drifting aimlessly to and fro as though they had long since lost their intelligence.
"This urban legend can actually hold the dead?"
Chu Mo looked at the drifting Yin Souls, deeply surprised.
But remembering how strange and varied urban legends were, he calmed down again and readily accepted the sight before him.
The Eternal Night Sea held many urban legends, including no shortage of oddities that had never been recorded in writing.
Just then, the dead souls wandering over the Netherworld Soil seemed to detect the presence of the living. Their drifting bodies stopped, and they turned their heads in unison, pairs of hollow eyes looking toward Chu Mo.
Not only did the nearby dead react, but even the distant Yin Souls sensed him and immediately began converging on the area.
Yet when they came within a few miles, they abruptly froze, not daring to approach any farther.
Chu Mo was not surprised by this. Ever since he had erected the divine mountain Tai in his Dao Mansion, all ghosts and Yin Type beings feared him on sight. If he actively invoked the mountain's manifestation, Ghost Creatures would even bow their heads in worship.
It was already remarkable that these dead souls dared to approach.
"Oh, quite a crowd."
Chu Mo spoke with some surprise as he watched the Ghost Creatures gathering. In mere