The night was clear, and the stars were sparse.
Zhong Shenxiu walked into the courtyard, his eyes dark, and suddenly activated his Spiritual Vision.
Within his field of vision, everything was shrouded in haze; the branches of the plum tree, which resembled a twisting dragon, now seemed to claw at the air.
From the well, smoke continuously billowed, distorting the light and emitting a husky voice.
'Is this...the perspective of a spirit?'
Zhong Shenxiu murmured to himself, experiencing the abilities of the "Pastor."
Even his thoughts expanded, not only feeling a dark, otherworldly space but also a vaster and more bizarre world.
"The Spirit Realm?! Or should I say...the Eastern Netherworld?"
Feeling the intense evil Qi therein, Zhong Shenxiu's face lit up with joy, "This is a great place indeed, with special evils like Xuanyin Evil Qi and Yellow Spring Evil Qi only found in the Underworld..."