Mournful songs of melancholy and loss reverberated across the world. The Gates of the Abyss opened, welcoming a path lined with Hell Flowers into the netherworld and accepting those who’d died in the disaster.

Most people couldn’t see any of that, though. Only spirits, ghosts, and a few select humans were the exceptions. Everything remained normal to those not in the know.

“That’s....” Qing Han gaped at the flowers and the ancient looking gates. Reflexively, he severed his connection to the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals.

“Don’t worry. If I didn’t want anyone to see that, not even a reborn Empress Myrtlestar would be able to see anything, even if she’d ascended...