A terrifying cacophony of growls and shrieks, as well as the clatter of chains dragging on the ground, traveled from the unexplored abyss of hell. The three coffins hovered in the air, radiating light of three different colors to suppress the rioting depths, where a pair of stark-white eyes gazed back silently upon them.

Lu Yun’s nine Envoys of Samsara stood in midair, hellfire burning around them to form a protective circle around the netherworld’s civilization. Xing Chen had returned to the netherworld as well, his eyes fixed on the unknown abyss. He could sense the pale eyes boring holes into himself.

Chains and black shackles abruptly snaked out from the...