As the Yama Imperial Pavilion shook, space started to shrink rapidly. Slowly, it became like a prison, trapping the Emperor of the Dead inside.
Wang Lin, who fell from the throne, disappeared. It was as if he had been absorbed into the Yama Imperial Pavilion.
The Emperor of the Dead turned his head around and he looked through the Yama Imperial Pavilion and toward the outside world. He noticed that the Road to the River Styx, the Wangchuan River, and the Narakade Bridge, which he had crossed, started to tremble.
A few human figures suddenly appeared. They all resembled Wang Lin.
A resolute youth walking alone appeared on the Road to the River Styx. Other than the firm look on his face, he was ordinary. His quiet and resolute gaze still looked slightly pure. It contained the determination to overcome his present difficulties and also carried with him hopes for a better future.
