The cold wind wailed, and the Yin world became illusory. Time turned into black soil, and year after year weighed down, forming a desolate and cold world.
In this world that seemed to be dark and boundless, a ray of golden light suddenly descended and outlined a large door covered in reliefs and patterns.
The door opened, and a group of humans walked out. There were young and old, men and women. They all had red headscarves wrapped around their heads, and there were rays of light attached to their bodies. The leader had two curvy beards, and he held a large yellow flag with five big words written on it:
“A group of tourists from the Netherworld!”
