The butterfly has gone mad, intending mutual destruction!
Woooo~
Woooo woooo... woooo woooo...
A sobbing sound of lament unknown from where, approaching from afar.
Heaven and earth suddenly turned gloomy.
This is the moment when the sky is neither dark nor light, on the boundary between night and day. In ancient legends, this unsettling time is when Hell's gate opens, belonging to Hell and Yama.
Countless white papers float, drifting with the wind, gradually covering the entire world.
In the sky, a turbid river appears from nowhere, flowing towards the distance. In the river, the faces of departed souls are numb, stepping forward and back within the river water, walking away.
A terrifying aura spreads to all directions.
"Yellow Springs River..."
Jiang Ding's expression was cold, and he said indifferently.
