In the dim and obscure underworld, a halo suddenly appeared.
The halo, like the sun, enveloped Fang Yuan.
"Decades have passed, and some lost souls have returned to the underworld," Fang Yuan's gaze slowly swept across the underworld.
In his vision, countless lost souls had auras manifesting above their heads.
Many auras even descended from the heavens and ultimately landed on these lost souls.
Decades ago, all the lost souls in the underworld were brought into his own world by him.
However, after decades had passed, deceased human souls once again appeared in the underworld.
In the underworld, some 'human aura' had returned.
"Tearing apart a part of the underworld won't cause any harm to the entire underworld."
"As long as humans still exist, even if the essence of the underworld has been partially lost, it can slowly recover," Fang Yuan thought, retracting his gaze and no longer observing the lost souls below. Suddenly, a halo rapidly expanded from his body.