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Inside the Yanluo Hall, dozens of souls knelt on the ground, trembling with fear. Around them, ghost wardens of the Hidden Earth Sect, who had used their cultivation techniques to conceal their yang qi, authoritatively chanted in unison.
That wasn't what terrified the golden-haired, blue-eyed, and faintly translucent souls, though. Rather, in their eyes, the brightly lit hall was shrouded in a chilling, sinister aura, and each ghost warden before them had a green, ghastly face with jutting fangs.
A primal fear rose in them, making any thought of resistance or escape vanish completely. Even if they had once been powerful cultivators during their lifetimes, they were no different from ants under a boot here, easily crushed without a second thought.
It didn't matter what rank one had in life. Once dead, they were nothing more than a wandering soul in the underworld. That was the iron law of the Small Nether Realm.
The wardens forced the first criminal soul forward.
Wang Sheng lowered his head and glanced at his senior sister. Shen Sui'an had said earlier that as long as Fairy Hua Qing was seated at the high seat and holding the Judge's Brush, the rest of the process would become clear in due time.
Blinking, Wang Sheng saw a blank dossier...
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