Chapter 595: Entering the 8th Tier

Midnight.

The sea was shrouded in dense fog, and eeriness was present everywhere in the silence.

"Woo... woo... woo..."

The sound of the train's whistle echoed through the fog in all directions.

The sound surrounded the ears, and merely listening was enough to send shivers down the spine. It seemed that this was not a real whistle, but rather the mournful wailing of spirits filled with desolation, resentment, fear, longing, and ferocity.

The train's whistle made everyone on board the Eternal Night feel as though their souls were being pulled out of their bodies by some mysterious force, stirring shock and curiosity in all.

All were witnessing for the first time a train that truly ferried souls from the Netherworld.

"Clang clang," "clang clang," "clang clang"...

As everyone watched, a black, steam-billowing train sped across the sea.

The train was an old-fashioned steam locomotive, very much like those currently in operations in Mountain Hermit Country.