"Wooooo…"
With ease, Mo Wangchen stepped into the Ghost Gate.
The howling sound of gusting wind reached his ears.
Upon stepping into the Ghost Gate, he felt as if he had entered a ghost city, enveloped by endless deathly aura.
He was not a wandering soul and thus could not enter the Ghost Gate; the deathly aura repelled him.
However, due to the special Dao Pattern left by Ksitigarbha in his palm, the deathly aura could not harm Mo Wangchen.
If an ordinary living person were to enter this place, their soul would likely have been eroded long ago, and even if they did not die, they would be unable to awaken forever.
"This is the Underworld Road…"
Looking ahead, there was a long, eerie Ancient Road.
The deathly aura was pervasive, with numerous bones scattered along the road, indistinguishable whether they belonged to humans or Monster Beasts.
Yet above these bones grew Other Shore Flowers, with only leaves visible, but no petals.
