At the bridge's entrance, the Horse-Faced statue slowly turned its head to look at the Tower of Fate. Its mouth parted slightly. "Look, Old Niu. We are about to have a new Yama King. Maybe he can bring you back."
On the other side, the Ox-Faced statue stood motionless. Sadly, its spirit had already departed since the Primordial War.
"He really did what he had promised us." The Horse-Face said gently before turning its head away, returning to its original position.
The statue's eyes glowed in a crimson light as it spoke. "The time has come."
***
At this moment, Qing Heng, the other patriarchs, and sect masters were gathered outside the bridge. They came here to see if there was a chance for them.
"This aura... It seems like the Netherworld is on the brink of reclaiming its former glory." Peng Zhen said with a hint of excitement.
"It doesn't look good to me." Bei Ling spoke with a frown.
