From his current perspective and divine thoughts, this white-clothed corpse wasn't truly a corpse; it was merely an extension of the mysterious chariot.
It was part of the chariot, transforming into something akin to a compartment component for some unknown reason.
Perhaps it belonged to the people of Netherworld Palace in the past, or maybe it was a survivor trying to escape, or had some other origin.
Lin Xin was no longer curious about this.
Sitting inside the chariot, he could faintly see colorful luminescence flashing by through the gaps.
Sounds like the mournful cries of women continuously penetrated his ears.
Lin Xin completely restrained and concealed the fluctuations of his power and Spiritual Light, thanks to his evasion attribute of over thirty million.
The chariot trembled intermittently as if it was speeding forward.
Unsure of how much time had passed, suddenly the entire chariot shuddered slightly and abruptly halted.