503 Born to me are my parents, those who love me are my teachers.

In the Underworld, behind the vast expanse of Yin Mountain, even larger than the mortal world of Red County Shenzhou.

Wailing...

Cold winds howled sorrowfully, cloaking the air with eerie mists and a pungent stench, while sounds of pitiful wails and ghostly laughter rose and fell in succession.

Yet, after the raging divine light swept through, there would be brief moments of clarity, as if clouds were parting to reveal the sun.

Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were packed up, city walls were toppled, and palaces were set ablaze... It was said that not even a dog could be left behind, let alone an earthworm being split vertically in half.

And these impoverished Immortal Officials wanted far more than just the surface; they were after the ghosts who had escaped the jurisdiction of Fengdu City, one city at a time.