The boat floated amidst the dark chaos. To the front was a supreme beauty shrouded in Buddhist light. The rays entered her fair skin continuously.

Feiyun sat in the back and observed the sacred bottle. On the surface were many ghost runes. It emitted a bone-reaching chill.

They have left the first gate of hell and were on the way back to the market. This bottle was special indeed, capable of absorbing so many nether soldiers without exploding.

“The runes here look similar to those on the gate, probably the same language.” Feiyun frowned and said: “So is this something from hell?”

He then...