Inside the Imperial Palace Immortal Hall.

Gu Qingfeng sat cross-legged, surrounded by a pervasive Dao Rhythm aura, with the Yellow Springs Path surging. The Underworld was being conceived, and various phenomena like the Eighteen Layers of Hell appeared.

As time slowly passed.

This power of Dao Rhythm penetrated into the Immortal Hall and then continued to spread outward.

At that moment.

Within the Mystic Sky Immortal Domain, many cultivators felt a strange sensation as if some unknown change had occurred in the world.

But when they investigated carefully, they found no differences.

Even some powerful figures in the Heavenly Venerate Realm could not detect any clues.

"Heaven and earth have changed!"

In a certain Immortal Mansion, Jiang Jue, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes, showing a look of surprise and suspicion on his face.

As the second strongest within the Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty, Jiang Jue's strength was beyond question.

Especially now, after comprehending the All Heaven Dust Array, he had advanced further in the Array Dao, becoming significantly more powerful compared to before.

Though it's said there's still a long way to go to break through to the Seventh Tribulation Great Heavenly Venerate Realm.

But at least.

Jiang Jue had taken a step forward from the foundation of Six Tribulations.

He was just a bit short of the Six Tribulations Middle Stage.

Because of this.

When changes in heaven and earth occurred, he could detect something unusual immediately.

However.

He could only detect a little bit.

The level of the Underworld's power was too high; even standing in front of a Six Tribulation Venerable, it was challenging to see much.

...

"Where is this!"

Lin Ze's expression was somewhat dazed, seeing before him a mighty Yellow River spread out, with a wooden boat sailing steadily amid turbulent waters, an old man ferrying the boat. Besides, there were many cultivators on board.

Yet, all these cultivators appeared dazed, as if they had lost their souls.

This scene.

Changed Lin Ze's expression, followed by a flood of memories surfacing from his mind.

"No!"

"I'm already dead!"

"I began cultivation at the age of three, reached the Quasi-Emperor Realm in twelve hundred years, attained the Emperor Realm by three thousand, and spent nine thousand years ascending to the Great Emperor Peak, but never broke through to Heavenly Venerate to attain Longevity, ultimately dying in despondency—"

All past memories surged forth, reminding Lin Ze of many things.

He had died!

His lifespan was exhausted!

An Emperor's lifespan is twelve thousand years; even the most brilliant individuals cannot break this lifespan shackle without breaking through to the Heavenly Venerate Realm to attain Longevity.

Yet what Lin Ze couldn't understand was.

How he, clearly dead, appeared here.

He looked at the Yellow River below, where countless faces of creatures seemed to be reflected in the surging waters, eyes full of resentment, mouths open in screams, hands reaching out, trying to pull him down.

But there seemed to be an invisible force on the wooden boat, preventing these vengeful spirits from touching the boat in the slightest.

This scene.

Caused Lin Ze's spirit to tremble violently.

"Could it be—this is the legendary Yellow Springs!"

This thought emerged in his mind.

Yellow Springs!

It was rumored to be the destination of the dead!

Lin Ze had always thought this was just a legend, not to be taken seriously.

But the scene before him, however, shook this belief.

Yellow Springs!

Perhaps it was not just a legend!

Then.

Lin Ze looked at the ferryman.

The other was dressed in a raincoat, face full of gullies and wrinkles, like a mortal, but he knew clearly that this person was no mere mortal.

Unable to discern the depth of the person before him, there could only be one possibility: the other's strength far surpassed his own.

"Senior!"

Lin Ze attempted to engage in conversation.

The ferryman didn't speak, nor did his expression change.

Seeing this.

Lin Ze hesitated but did not continue to disturb him.

The other not responding indicated a lack of interest in conversing with him.

Thus.

Lin Ze naturally chose not to disturb him.

In an unfamiliar environment and facing a powerful unknown, the best approach was to keep a low profile and observe the situation.

After an unknown period had passed, Lin Ze finally saw the opposite shore.

When the wooden boat stopped, Lin Ze, upon seeing the opposite shore, focused his gaze on a towering stele and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Ghost Gate!

On the stele.

Were three imposing characters.

These simple three characters contained immense celestial might, causing Lin Ze's breath to halt.

Ghost Gate!

This was the legendary Ghost Gate!

If Lin Ze had had any doubts before, upon seeing the Ghost Gate, he was now one hundred percent certain that this was the legendary Netherworld.

The wooden boat was crossing the famed Yellow Springs.

Beyond the Yellow Springs lies the Underworld.

Ordinary cultivators, even if lucky enough to reach here, cannot cross the Yellow Springs to enter the Underworld.

Furthermore.

Lin Ze also discovered that many ghost soldiers had appeared at the Ghost Gate, each holding chains to place on every soul that disembarked.

In that instant.

Lin Ze almost instinctively wanted to turn and run.

However.

Just as he was about to act, a ghost soldier suddenly cast his gaze upon him.

"This one retains memories of past life, take him to King Qinguang for judgment!"

Before Lin Ze could react, a ghost soldier shackled him and forcibly led him away.

Lin Ze instinctively wanted to resist but realized that now, long after his body's demise, he existed only as a wisp of true spirit—a shadow of his full strength, incomparable to his prime.

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