"When the Yellow Springs appears and the Other Shore Flowers bloom, the Underworld descends upon the mortal realm!"
"No! Impossible! It's only a legend. How could the Underworld exist?"
"This can't be the Underworld!"
Many cried out in terror, instinctively retreating from the long river shrouded in blood-red mist.
They fled from the Other Shore Flowers blooming in the void, each one bewitchingly beautiful.
In ages long past, legends spoke of the Heavenly Court and the Underworld.
The Heavenly Court invited people to become immortals, a place countless people would batter their heads bloody to enter.
The Underworld, however, claimed their corpses and souls.
According to legend, whenever a powerful cultivator reached the end of their life, the Underworld would come knocking, and they would vanish without a trace.
To everyone, it had been nothing more than a legend.
But when the Yellow Springs surged toward them and Other Shore Flowers bloomed everywhere, everyone panicked.
When a legend descended into reality-and a legend that claimed corpses and souls at that-all that remained was fear.
Figure after figure streaked away as beams of light, only to discover that they could not leave the Divine Mountain.
Terrifying field energy surrounded them, making it almost impossible to tell one direction from another.
After circling around and around, they actually returned to where they had started.
Whoosh...
The immense Yellow Springs cut through the void, surging mightily like a gigantic, twisting dragon.
It flowed unchecked through the void, spreading at incredible speed.
Within moments, the Yellow Springs had encircled the entire Divine Mountain, giving the strange impression that mountain and water complemented each other.
Mist rose, making it look like an immortal paradise from afar.
Yet that mist was bitterly cold, the mountain pitch-black, and the water blood-red. This was no Immortal Land.
Everyone