The parched riverbed of the Netherworld River was covered with countless cracked patterns, within the fissures, a faint radiant glow shimmered, preventing the bloody light from seeping in. The cracked patterns along with the radiant glow were like the scales of a giant dragon body, sparkling.
Buzz!
Following the radiant glow's intense rise, breaking through the bloody light, there was a kind of aura that made one lost its grip on reality. In an instant, Xiao Chen and his four companions saw countless spectral ghosts and bones filling the sky, as if a murky, great river was flowing.
Amidst the river water floated blood bones, stretching millions and millions of miles long, with both banks adorned with vibrant spiritual flowers blooming, emitting a sort of reincarnation aura. For a moment, they felt an impulse to step into it for a cleansing, as if the soul world had entered reincarnation, evoking a yearning to live another life.
