The Underworld River water was pitch black. As it flowed, countless faces could be seen floating within it, letting loose eternal howls of grief. In life, they had been members of the Ancient Spirit species. But they had been cursed, thus making it impossible for them to rest in peace after death. Instead, they wallowed in endless anguish. They had long since lost any form of intelligence, and only had their instincts left. That was their tormented existence.7

Their cries were piercing and mournful. Most who heard that cry would feel extremely uncomfortable, to the point where it would eventually destabilize their mind. But Xu Qing got used to it after about a day.0

Right now, he was on the river looking up at the dome of heaven. In the misty, evening-like sky, his violet moon sent out violet moonlight. Surrounding the moon like a veil was a cloud of poison. As he looked at the moon, the corresponding heavenly palace within him operated at full force, causing a violet light to glimmer in his...0