Perhaps it was a moment, or perhaps it was five hundred years.
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After crossing the Naihe Bridge, the scene before Xu Qing's eyes shifted.
A city lay ahead, named "Impermanence."
Shouldn't the cities in the Underworld be called "Wangsi City"?
But Impermanence is actually more fitting than Wangsi.
The capriciousness of fate is closer to the description of death.
Even if one attains Longevity through Dao, falling could still happen in an instant.
Death is often unexpected, leaving the living with a long, damp residual life.
Xu Qing stepped into Impermanence City.
Because his Primordial Spirit enveloped his body, to be precise, he resembled a ghost, appearing quite sophisticated.
This city wasn't as bustling as the Capital in the Mortal World, yet it had an extraordinary Order.
Perhaps due to the ghostly inhabitants, it was surprisingly "clean."
Clean, from the perspective of the "living."
Because there wasn't as much filth.
