The two dared not speak again. Qing He Daoist's gaze darted around, searching for a chance to escape, but he was only a remnant soul, suppressed by chains, and a Chief Judge at the True Immortal level was presiding nearby...
A bitter smile touched his lips. He knew escape was hopeless, which only made him more anxious. 'If it was just reincarnation, I could accept that,'
'but I've heard they can probe into your past life in this Underworld. If they discover that Chen Ye and I are from more than a hundred thousand years in the future...'
The two souls exchanged a glance, both of their hearts pounding with terror.
Amidst their terror, they passed through the Ghost Gate, and the view before them suddenly opened up.
The Yellow Springs surged as a Ghost City stood tall. In the skies of the Nine Nether, an immensely grand figure was strolling about. With every footstep, the Underworld rumbled, shaking Qing He's Soul to its core and terrifying him.
