Mysterious fog, like a sea or a tide, surged from all directions toward Bai Zi, whom it had occupied.
Bai Zi's feet had already been withdrawn from the Boundary Wall of Netherworld Prison, floating in a vacuum where the fog had been cleared.
It looked at the same vacuum space, the deep blue Sea of Souls, and the grand, imposing Hall of Gods, atop which sat the Bee King.
The Sea of Souls and the Hall of Gods were right next to each other, yet an invisible barrier kept them from merging.
Inside the hall, the God Spirits, originally in the form of bees, had already died unbeknownst to anyone.
The Bee King's golden compound eyes showed a struggle as it tried to mobilize the power of the Hall of Gods, wanting to enter the Sea of Souls that would greatly enhance Him.
In His compound eyes, silver radiance occasionally flickered, cleansing His Spiritual Intelligence.
He was in pain, unwilling, full of frustration.
Yet, there was nothing He could do.
