Taiyi Great World, Gates of Hell.
Beneath the Gates of Hell stood an immortal with long hair flowing in the wind.
His figure stood as tall and erect as a mountain peak, imposing and majestic. Before him stretched the boundless Ghost River, dark and unfathomable, permeated by dense yin energy.
A few traces of age showed between his brows. His gaze rested on the Ghost River, as though searching for something.
Suddenly, he extended his palm. A powerful immortal force surged forth, rushing toward the Ghost River like a tide, and the river's surface began to churn uneasily.
His palm gradually rose, seeping immortal force into the Ghost River and linking with it. The river's waters began to ripple, as though an invisible passageway were being forged, its end leading directly to the Human Race Heavenly River!
The Ghost River's black water gradually began to clear, slowly merging with the end of the Human Race Heavenly River. It was as if the heartbeats of two different worlds had begun to resonate in the same rhythm.
Under this immortal's intervention, the distance between the Ghost River and the Human Race Heavenly River was shortened to its utmost limit.
His face bore the marks of time as he raised his head and looked beyond the heavens. His leisurely voice echoed as incessantly as the Ghost River itself. "Gates of Hell are willing to open the way for the Dao Ancestor and the Crown Prince."
At both ends of the passageway, the yin energy of the Gates of Hell and the yang energy of the Human Race Heavenly River increasingly intertwined. Yin and yang shone against one another, forming a brilliant splendor like a bridge overflowing with flowing light.
The immortal's gaze sharpened. Vast immortal force surged in every direction as one hand