Three Paths River.
The Netherworld was as deep and dark as ever.
Especially on this side of the Burial Head Riverbank, the sky mingled with the earth like a cup of murky liquid. The upper sky was gray and viscous while the barren land below was like sediment, with gray stones and sand intertwining, revealing eerie protruding fragments of broken white bones.
The ambiguous forms between heaven and earth were torn apart by the MingHe crossing through.
The MingHe roared, its pitch-black waters exuding a faint gleam, sometimes splashing dark waves that hit the barren land with a sizzle. Countless unjust spirits wept softly within, the water mist rising with the cries bitter and chilling.
Yet, the Three Paths River seemed subtly different from before.
Within that heavy, sorrowful, and chaotic atmosphere, there seemed to be an added breath of something unique.
It was a weak yet dignified aura, like death and reincarnation, merciless yet fair.
