Lanling followed the energy trail persistently, moving forward, onward!
Soon, he reached the outskirts of the Ruins of Doom Magic Capital.
The outskirts, once impassable, became traversable after becoming a ghost.
The further Lanling walked, the darker the surroundings became, shifting from black and white to monochrome.
The lineaments surrounding him grew fainter, more ethereal.
Ultimately, beyond the edge of the Magic Mirror of Doom, the world plunged into complete darkness, swirling with horrific dark energy.
Furthermore, chilling wails and howls of ghosts echoed without pause.
There was no doubt; this was the entrance to the Netherworld.
Lanling realized that the so-called Netherworld entrance wasn't an energy gate but a rift.
This was truly a hell rift, erratically shifting like dark lightning, tearing here, ripping there.
Beyond the energy fissure was complete darkness.
The ghostly cries and howls emanated from these rifts.
