Stepping into the eighteenth level of the Netherworld World.
Mo Wangchen scanned around with his eyes, it was entirely different from the previous seventeen levels.
Here was an empty expanse, with nothing at all.
In this space of white radiance, there was only an illusory figure, sitting cross-legged not far in front of him.
"Yuyu!"
Mo Wangchen spoke, immediately recognizing the other party with a glance.
It was a woman, her eyes closed as she sat, though in the form of a Soul Body, an aura of divine grace swirled around her.
The woman's appearance was identical to the statue Mo Wangchen had once seen on the Holy Mountain.
Though she wasn't stunningly beautiful, she was indeed extraordinary and refined.
It was an aura like that of the Nine Heavens Divine Lady, sacrosanct and inviolable.
"Yuyu?"
Mo Wangchen called again, but for some reason, Yuyu did not react at all, she remained seated there.
"Who dares to intrude into the eighteenth level of the Netherworld World?"
