By the East Sea lay a verdant valley, and in the valley was a bottomless hole, filled with mist and gusts of chill wind. This was the Heavenly Access Well, as renowned as the Mingquan Secret Realm.
To prevent Nether Department powerhouses, or even armies, from climbing out of the Heavenly Access Well and wreaking havoc in the mortal world, immensely powerful restrictions had been laid around it.
Back then, the East Sea Divine Nun had even built the Water-Moon Convent not far away.
So, although the scenery here was exquisite, it had never been a tourist attraction.
Jing Jiu stood at the cliff's edge, his hands behind his back, looking down like a tourist.
The chill winds churned the mist into countless torrents and vortices inside the Heavenly Access Well, more terrifying than the Gang Winds high in the sky.
Darkness filled his entire field of vision. He could not see what lay below.
Jing Jiu remembered that he had never been to the Netherworld.
Now he could count himself as having been there.
Just as the books said, the Heavenly Access Well had thirteen levels in all.
He suddenly sensed something and turned to look into the distance.
Green Mountain lay in that direction.
He gazed quietly that way, his thoughts unknown.
A gust of chill wind spilled out of the Heavenly Access Well.
He extended his right hand, as though an invisible grain of something had landed in his palm.
He sensed it with his divine sense for a moment, and a trace of wistfulness appeared in his eyes.
Contrary to the Nether Emperor's expectations, after learning of his death, the Netherworld had not immediately enthroned a new ruler, but had fallen into chaos.
The Nether Master had to suppress the Rebel Army while negotiating with other