A world of the night, the ethereal, colorful lifeforms, gave life and illuminated the place. A floating river with clear water crossed the land, with nothing hilding in place. Ghosts of all shapes and forms, moved around, forests, with trees as tall as seventy meters towers, and as thick as a small mountain.
Zhi Rui had pictured a world of gray and black, like hell depicted on religion books, but it was nothing like that, the lifeforms inside gave form and beauty to the world.
"What are you all doing!? This is the only way we can start making contributions!" screamed a disciple.
"Fast I remember this! these are thought phantoms! these used to cost a fortune. we must capture them!"
For a moment, Zhi Rui looked at the disciples down there, hunting the monsters that managed to get away through the entrance. As most of them were too weak to enter the underworld they were doing everything possible to gather credits.
