Deep within the Ghost Ruins, yin energy gathered like an ocean, and laws warped in chaotic disorder, spawning endless yin souls and ghost creatures.
There was also the vicious, baleful energy left behind by an ancient battlefield, tangled with the resentment and lingering regrets of fallen powerhouses, giving rise to all manner of inconceivable horrors and dangers.
The vast allied army of the northeastern regions pressed ever deeper, following the directions Jiang Shinian had provided.
The closer they drew to the core, the more treacherous their surroundings became. The viscous Netherworld death qi was almost liquid, eating away at their Protective Spirit Light. Pitch-black "Netherworld snow" drifted through the air, corroding whatever it touched with a sizzling hiss.
"A hundred li ahead lies the anomalous spatial overlap." Jiang Shinian pointed toward a stretch of thick, filthy darkness in the distance, where space twisted like a shattered mirror, riddled with densely packed Netherworld Rifts.
At the center of those rifts, a massive dark vortex gaped like a ravenous throat. Even from this distance, the evil, chaotic fluctuations it gave off sent tremors through their divine souls.
"Ghostly energy condenses into an abyss, and the will of death becomes a vortex. This place must harbor something unimaginably vicious." Li Qingming's calm voice rang out, her hand already resting on her sword hilt.
Yun Qing nodded slightly, his double pupils fixed on the depths of the vortex. "Resentment and obsession are the hardest things to dispel. Reincarnation under the Heavenly Dao should follow a natural order. When living beings die, their souls return to the Netherworld, wash away their past, and enter reincarnation again. Yet certain unusual places and extreme emotions can trap souls at the boundary of the nether realms, turning them into savage ghosts. These Ghost Ruins, and indeed the entire