“What?!” Lu Yun’s expression clouded over.

The girl in white—the true form of the vicious ghost—had gone up in flames to form the spark of hope that resurrected the Dao Flower. Because of that, the ghost should’ve completely disappeared, along with its endless grudges. The ghost Mo Qitian had seen couldn’t have been her.

An akasha ghost? Lu Yun’s brows knit together tightly. That would be very troubling if true. He wasn’t sure if he could compel the two powerful beings in hell to deal with it.

“I’ll go check!” Outside the path, he could see only the monsters materialized by the coiled mountains. The area before the bronze door was covered by a layer of persistent mist, which prevented...