Underworld Hell.
Mountain peaks stretched unceasingly.
Countless wandering souls and wild ghosts fluttered in this world.
The cries of ghosts and howls of wolves rose and fell intermittently.
Black Impermanence and White Impermanence, holding the soul of Sun Wukong, walked on the Yin Yang Path, surrounded by numerous wandering souls and wild ghosts who aimlessly drifted along the Path to Yellow Springs.
There were not only members of the Human Race but also of the Demon Race.
Before long, at the horizon of heaven and earth, a majestic city appeared. This city was vast, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Within this city laid ten Yama's Palaces, aligned in a row.
Just past the Naihe Bridge, nearing this great city, a glint of golden light flashed in the eyes of Sun Wukong.
He did not move rashly but surveyed his surroundings. Apart from a chain around his neck, there were no other restraints.
