The gloomy wind billowed, and the Netherworld settled down.
The sky was dim, the earth barren, and the chilling, gloomy wind whistled as it blew. Between Heaven and Earth, trails of ghostly light weaved and crisscrossed. Countless Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals shepherded the howling souls of the dead as they passed by.
Fengdu City!
The souls of the departed obscured the sky, dense and numerous. The gates of the Six Paths were cracked and no longer in motion. Unable to reincarnate, souls roamed aimlessly within the bounds of Fengdu City. Wails echoed faintly from all directions in the void, striking a chord of desolation in any who heard them.
In front of Yama Hall.
Ravens looked on with eager anticipation, Zhuo Junting's ghostly form solidifying, behind them stood an incalculable army of Ghost Cultivators, infusing every inch of space with an oppressive and solemn air.
Woom!
