Yu Yuan walked on the vast road leading to the Netherworld, the Chaos Bell faintly floating above his head, casting a pale bronze glow, protecting his surroundings.
The rosy clouds at the horizon gradually receded, and the night sky turned as dark as ink.
Yu Yuan passed through numerous sacred mountains and finally arrived before Ghost Gate.
Here lay the boundary between the worlds of Yin and Yang, as well as being the entrance to the Underworld.
Ghost Gate was exceptionally solemn, with towering guardian statues on both sides—once warriors of the Witch Clan who ruled the land, now loyal protectors of the Underworld, guardians of the Yin World.
These Witch Clan warriors, each clad in armor and wielding long spears, had an alert look in their eyes.
The moment he stepped into Ghost Gate, a cold yin wind swept over him, the air filled with ancient resentment and the aroma of decay.
