In the Realm of Dark Souls.

The winding Nether River surrounded the entire realm like a magical band. Dozens of old Netherspirits charged out of the Realm of Dark Souls to examine the Nether River.

All of them were at the ninth or tenth grade, yet their withering life auras suggested that they were nearing the ends of their lives, like oil lamps that were on their last bit of oil.

The murky Nether River was originally filled with countless brilliant soul symbols. But now, it was dim and lifeless.

The originally vibrant Nether River appeared to be dying...

Looking distressed and without hope, one of the elders said, “Our clan members can no longer channel the Nether River with their bloodlines or derive the profound truths of their bloodlines from it. How can this be?!”

Many Netherspirit elders wailed in sorrow by the bleak...