Sun Wukong had passed through the Ghost Gate, the Huangquan Road, and the River of Forgetfulness. With his cultivation as a Daluo Golden Immortal, the patrolling ghost soldiers and messengers could not detect his presence at all.
Along the way, he saw countless souls being escorted by teams of ghost soldiers and messengers.
He heard many voices either screaming in terror, crying and weeping, or laughing maniacally, echoing in the murky expanse above the Netherworld.
Some of the souls who had been influential in life were even less willing to accept their fate.
"No, I'm not dead yet, I'm not dead yet!"
"My father is King Jing, the powerful lord of the Yulan Kingdom. How dare you capture me? Beware, my father may raise an army against you lot!"
"Roar! I am the Demon King of Mount Tianyuan, who dared to harm me!"
