Wavering and drifting into the Ghost City, the Emperor sits high while ghosts guard the gate.
At that moment, the suddenly appearing ancient city looked exactly like the apparition of Fengdu on White Bone Mountain that he had seen before, the difference being that what he had seen previously was an apparition, and what he saw this time seemed to be truly existing.
The grim ghostly aura descended, as if it were an ice cellar.
The jade seal in An Jing's palm shone even more fiercely, like the sun, refracting numerous rays of light.
Jiang Shang raised his head, whispering to himself, "Fengdu, this is the Underworld's Fengdu."
Would any living person ever see Fengdu?