"This is only one realm. If there were two or three more realms, wouldn't this world truly fall into chaos?"
Before long, they arrived at the Wangchuan River. Led by City God Cui, they boarded a boat filled with ghosts. As Gu Shi Yi stepped onto the boat, his yang energy lit up like a hundred-watt bulb in the night, causing the surrounding ghosts to become disordered, their fear audible in their piercing screams. Those yet to board dared not approach, and those already on board ran back. Soon, only the five of them remained on the boat. The ferryman, seeing this, wore an angry expression. Just as he was about to reprimand them, he stumbled back, nearly falling into the Wangchuan River, pushed by Gu Shi Yi's intense yang energy.
