Underworld, Netherworld.
The earth is desolate, everything in sight is shrouded in gray.
This scene doesn't match the records of the cultivation world, with eighteen layers of hell, the Wangchuan River, the Naihe Bridge, Fengdu City, the ten halls of Yama, the Judge of Good and Evil...
All records about the world after death are false, perhaps they were true once, but at least now the underworld is nothing but desolate.
Death is like this desolation, leaving nothing behind.
Above the sky dome, a towering figure appears, its mountain-like fingers plunge into the earth, transforming into a sapling.
A hint of greenery grows on the barren earth, followed by more and more shoots of green grass.
Rumble!
A giant tree bursts upward from the ground, swelling at a rate of hundreds of meters with each breath, its branches endlessly extending outward, seemingly to encompass heaven and earth.
Rumble!
