The world already represents the netherworld, where death, decay, and withering are the main themes of this small world.
Yet the Mo Ya Monk, holding the chessboard with one hand, wasn't greatly troubled.
He stood in a place where red spider lilies thrived, looking up at the crimson sky, the Shepherd Soul Ancient City in the netherworld, and the ink-like mountains.
Zhou Lingyi no longer hid; she walked out voluntarily, like a young lady on a spring outing, with all hostility restrained.
"Demon Monk, you're quite interesting. You entered the Flower Sea World unscathed yet didn't frantically search for us siblings; instead, you gaze at the scenery here."
"What in the world is more important than admiring beautiful scenery?"
Mo Ya Monk laughed.
"Is this considered beautiful?"
"This small world vividly imitates Jing Country's netherworld. In your eyes, Jing Country people see it as gloom and ugliness, but to us Buddha Country people, it's a sight hard to find in the world."
