The three of them, under the gaze filled with aunt-like smiles of Meng Po, set foot on the ground on the other side of the Naihe Bridge. And just as they stepped onto the ground, a flash of light flickered around, and the surroundings underwent a drastic change in an instant.
The surging River of Oblivion vanished.
The Naihe Bridge, which lay across the River of Oblivion and blocked countless resentful spirits, also disappeared without a trace.
As if nothing had ever happened.
If it weren't for the fact that they were practically standing on the ground, if it weren't for the Meng Po Soup that Xiao Yi had just "drunk" now still lying in the Ancient Heavenly Tomb, he would have thought all of that was just an illusion.
But Xiao Yi and his companions knew that what just happened was real.
Not an illusion!
"My lord, look quickly!"
Lei Peng suddenly spoke up.
