The Netherworld Ghost Ruins.
An uncanny silence hung over the Red Gauze Opera Stage.
Yun Qing lay flat in the center of the weathered stage, his eyes closed and his breathing barely perceptible.
Above his chest and abdomen, a clear, translucent crystal of blue-green and gold, no larger than a fingernail, hovered and rotated. Blue-green was life, gold was order, and the two-or rather, three-radiances intertwined.
Above the crystal, two strands of golden light came from entirely opposite directions. One came from the depths of the Netherworld, the other from the heavens beyond.
With every step Yun Huang took forward, old memories of cause and consequence, sealed away for millions of years, retraced their course along the Netherworld passage and finally sank into the blue-green and gold crystal above the stage.
This was the true reason Immortal Emperor Yuanhuang continued toward the Netherworld, despite knowing that every step would bring another memory.
The crystal shone ever brighter, as though something within it was being filled little by little.
In that battle at the Wei River, Ji Shuo could hardly have died more thoroughly. His body had disintegrated, his Divine Soul had shattered, and his True Spirit had scattered. Broken into such tiny pieces, even Reincarnation would not take him.
Normally, after annihilation on that scale, the story should have ended completely on that day at the Wei River.
But as it happened, Ji Shuo had had one close relative in this world named Yun Si, and another he only grudgingly acknowledged as a close relative, named Ji Huang.
The Dao Lord and Lady Sovereign of the Yun and Ji clans back then, the future Immortal Emperor Yuanhuang of all Heavenly Origin, and all the fortunate chances across Ten Thousand Ages-
In the end, the remnants of his soul from back