The Netherworld.

The River of Forgetfulness flowed around the base of the divine mountain, Naihe. This was honored as one of the thirty-six blessed lands of the Netherworld.

This was also the home of Meng Po Palace, one of the Netherworld’s top factions.

Naihe Divine Mountain was enormously tall, majestic, and shrouded in mists year round. The ever-changing clouds were a permanent fixture.

Low rumbling reminiscent of thunder resounded throughout an enormous ritual ground halfway up the mountain. Dazzling fluctuations of a formation’s power surged into the clouds.

The Grand Libationer of Meng Po Palace, Gu Zhongxun, was there leading a group of other libationers. All of them were silently waiting before the transmission altar in the center of the ritual grounds.

Gu Zhongxun had the air of an immortal, and both his hair and beard were white as snow. He was tall and gaunt, and he’d proven his Dao and become an Emperor three thousand eight hundred years ago. He was now at the peak of the early-stage Profound Illumination Realm.

There were eighteen libationers in Meng Po Palace. Only three had stepped into...