Not long after Hu Yun entered the Underworld, he sensed a change that was impossible to ignore. The entire Underworld appeared calm, yet the flow of yin energy faintly resembled a storm.
What's going on? The aura of the Underworld is this agitated?
Though he had barely ever truly visited the Underworld, Hu Yun had cultivated for so many years and had seen the world. Something major had clearly happened here.
Could it really be such a coincidence?
Hu Yun thought uneasily as he continuously calculated and traced their whereabouts. Yet within such a short time, She Ji's aura had already become extremely faint, while Sun Yiqiu's aura could not be found at all.
At this moment, yin winds howled and ghost winds surged through the Underworld. Waves of dense, bizarre black mist began spreading across the Underworld Land, enough to interfere with the senses of someone at Hu Yun's cultivation level.
Even so, Hu Yun reached the place where She Ji's aura was strongest as quickly as possible. But the closer he came, the denser the black mist became. While still in the distant sky, he could already hear the wails of ten thousand ghosts.
The sound of sobbing and shrieking was like wind, like ghosts, like weeping, like howling.
Countless Vicious Ghosts and monsters screamed at the Yellow Springs Riverbank. Bridges of ghosts and monsters were "woven" from deformed creatures within the Yellow Springs Water.
Many Ghost Creatures scattered their souls and spirits the moment they climbed ashore. Others began retching, their shattered Ghost Bodies and vomit turning into dense clouds of crimson mist. Once thick enough, it became like black fog, containing immeasurable strangeness. It was like resentment and malevolent energy, yet seemed to transcend mere resentment and malevolent energy.
That terrifying, bizarre substance constantly twisted, Changed,