The Netherworld, a place that defies description.
A majestic palace sat amidst the void. A river of countless souls flowed past its gates, all observed by the figure within.
"...Heh."
Ang Xiao suddenly let out a soft chuckle.
Almost simultaneously, his body began to shimmer with Illusionary Colors, which slowly seeped into the river of souls before him, gently caressing every last one.
—But nothing happened.
This unexpected outcome caused Ang Xiao's brow to furrow, but his expression quickly returned to normal. "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, why bother hiding? Why not show yourself?"
He had just felt a gaze upon him.
'Who's watching me?'
The answer was self-evident. After all, only a Perfected Lord could maintain their consciousness within the Netherworld. 'Besides the recently reincarnated Fortune, who else could it be?'
