Flipping over the black wall, Lu Yu entered a completely different world.
On the other side of the black wall was the desolate and silent Land of Mist, while this side was a brightly lit neighborhood, filled with densely packed buildings.
Looking at the endless flow of people on the street, Lu Yu wondered if he had entered an illusion.
But the truth told him that everything appearing before him was real.
On the streets, a variety of spirits coexisted harmoniously, having long cast aside prejudice and animosity between races.
Having died once, what else was there to hold onto?
The main reason was that the Netherworld wouldn't allow "death," making conflicts meaningless.
Lu Yu disguised his attire and walked into a small shop that looked like a store.
By observing the passersby on the street, Lu Yu had almost mastered the soul language.
