After taking a moment to calm himself, Mo Wuhen wrote, “I cannot confirm that he and that person are one and the same, but this incident is truly far too suspicious and out of the ordinary.

“Senior Apprentice Brother, if you receive this talisman, please hurry back to the sect.”

When he finished writing, Mo Wuhen used a secret art and flicked his fingers.

Kch!

The golden talisman transformed into a streak of radiant light, bore through the skies, and disappeared in a flash.

Mo Wuhen let out a long breath of turbid air, then sat there and sank into silence.

……

The Netherworld had Six Territories and Thirteen Realms.

The River of Forgetfulness Territory was enormously vast, easily comparable to a greater world.

Here, Meng Po Palace was the unmatched top ancient orthodoxy.

However, other, lesser factions were as numerous as the stars scattered throughout the River of Forgetfulness Territory.

Noon, three days later.

“Brother Su, those are Yama's Floating Mountains up ahead. They cover eight thousand miles, and they're one of the greatest danger zones in the entire River of Forgetfulness Territory.” Cui Jingyan pointed into the distance and said in a clear, crisp voice. “But we have no need to go there. If we proceed...