As he drew nearer to Mount Tai, the abrupt sounds of the Netherworld became clearer and clearer.
Ao ao ao! Ao ao ao!
By the tone, it was clearly some ferocious monster howling.
Yet the sound was incredibly childish, making Lu Qingshan feel extremely eerie.
Lu Qingshan raised his guard to the highest level and gradually approached the foot of Soul Return Mountain.
The "monster" emitting these strange sounds finally appeared in Lu Qingshan's sight.
The Waters of Wangchuan, like a celestial Yellow River, cascaded down from the dim, peak-less summit of Mount Tai.
However, what was bizarre was that such a terrifying descent of the waters didn't stir up any splash, nor did it produce any sound, completely contrary to Lu Qingshan's knowledge.
Lu Qingshan's knowledge was that of a living person; the Netherworld was the place for the dead, having a set of unique rules which entirely made sense.
Lu Qingshan could accept that.
