Chu Mo gazed at the little boat beneath his palm and silently recited, "The River-Crossing Boat, the Ferryman, from the sea into the mountain..."
His eyes flickered, his thoughts surging.
The first part was easy to understand: this boat was the Underworld Bureaucracy's vessel for ferrying souls, under the Ferryman's command. But what did "from the sea into the mountain" mean?
Moreover, as far as he knew, the Underworld Bureaucracy did not control reincarnation. It could only shelter departed souls and maintain the order of yin and yang. If it did not even command reincarnation, what was there to ferry them to?
Chu Mo examined the little boat from every angle, his brow furrowing ever deeper.
Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he turned toward the river's severed edge.
The river surged out of the wall of mist in a mighty torrent, only to stop abruptly at a certain point. Its severed face was smooth as a mirror, as though a blade had cut it off, leaving it without a downstream course.
Chu Mo crouched and reached into that severed face.
It felt icy cold, yet there was nothing there. He concentrated on sensing it, and suddenly his gaze sharpened.
This severed face... actually resembled a cross-world passage! It was as though the river began in Eternal Night and flowed into another world. Only now, the world at the other end was utterly empty, with nothing in it.
"Strange..."
Chu Mo withdrew his hand and closed his eyes in thought. "From the sea into the mountain, from the sea into the mountain... Could this sea mean the Eternal Night Sea? And the mountain another world?"
Yet he had plunged into the World Sea many times to investigate the surroundings of Eternal Night. The vicinity was desolate, with no trace of