The Nether River did not hold the waters of the Mortal World. Those traces faded extremely quickly, and so did the fragrance of the white lotus.
That sword light vanished into the dim night sky, and Jing Jiu's figure emerged. He looked around at the gloom.
He had never been to the Netherworld and did not know the precise locations of those passages, but he knew how to return to the Mortal World. There were, however, many passages from the Netherworld to the Mortal World, with nearly ten major ones alone. Where would Bai Yuan go? The Thousand-Li Wind Corridor, or one of the other two Great Whirlpools?
He instinctively turned his palm upward, but nothing appeared. Only then did he remember that Cold Cicada had already gone to the outside world with Snow Ji.
Several invisible mosquitoes left his palm and flew high into the sky. A bright gleam flashed through his eyes. Once he had determined his bearings, he took the mosquitoes back in.
Between the Netherworld and the Mortal World lay an abyss, fragments of space, and hard cliff faces like floating islands.
Sword light flashed, and he appeared before a cliff face. Looking at that transparent, glasslike substance, he frowned slightly.
This was the very bottom of the Demon-Suppressing Prison, the strongest barrier in the world. But to him now, there was nothing he could not break.
He frowned not because he found it difficult, but because he disliked it.
With a faint scraping sound, an almost invisible hairline mark appeared on the transparent glass.
Apart from those invisible mosquitoes, perhaps only that sword light could pass through.
The morning sun had risen, and Chaoge City woke from its slumber.
After more than a century of wind and rain, the Court of Imperial Sacrifices