"Who am I?"
"Where did I come from?"
"Where am I going?"
"Who am I?"
"Where did I come from?"
"Where am I going?"
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In the endless wind and sand of the Netherworld.
A voice, like a whisper or a soft chant, continuously repeats itself.
The Netherworld, the first checkpoint of the Underworld.
Everything that exists here cannot be compared to the mortal world.
Even as the sandstorms rage, the sound is incredibly lonely.
Thus, Qin Fan's whispers and chants linger above the Netherworld.
Passing spirits look at that bewildered figure, listening to the eerie repeated chant.
None fail to avoid that figure.
"Who am I?"
"Where did I come from?"
"Where am I going?"
The voice continues.
Following those spirits.
Qin Fan numbly steps onto the road of the Netherworld, scattered with mandrakes.
"Thud, thud, thud—!"
"Thud, thud, thud—!"
Unlike those silently walking spirits,
as soon as Qin Fan steps onto the Netherworld road,
