The Underworld.
In the distant records of ancient history, this was the final resting place of all living beings, and also the eternal source of darkness.
Its territory was vast enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Immortal Realm. Across its boundless Netherland, countless ancient races held dominion.
--From the Underworld Clan, born from the void, to the Asura, Yaksha, and Evil Beings that had long since perished in the River of Time, all bred and thrived here, locked in endless slaughter.
The sky was gray and hazy, without sun or moon. Only the stars filled the sky, glittering with a metallic, bone-chilling coldness.
A million-zhang divine mountain rose from the earth, Piercing the Clouds. In the cracks of the land, the waters of the Yellow Springs surged without end. Amid the crashing waves, countless Vengeful Spirits could vaguely be seen struggling and wailing.
At the place where heaven and earth met, a broken pillar of light towered into the sky. It seemed to have existed since the Primordial Era, piercing through layer upon layer of planes and extending all the way to the imperceptible end of spacetime.
That was the legendary Ancient Heavenly Road.
Around the pitch-black pillar of light, specks of fireflies circled, flickering between light and darkness.
If a mighty expert with a Heaven Eye had been present, he would have been shaken to the core upon discovering that these were no fireflies at all. Those specks of light, tiny as motes of dust, were actually stars that had long since fallen silent and been forcibly drawn into the orbit of the Underworld!
They floated there in silence, like dying lamps lighting the way for the dead, illuminating that blood-red road from which none ever returned.
At that moment, amid the deep mountains and