At the moment he stepped out, Hu Ma had already transformed into a dead spirit, half-human and half-ghost. Striding forward, he merged into the night and headed in the direction of Old Yin Mountain.
The journey was quiet. He took long strides, running for over twenty li, and from afar, he could already see the massive silhouette of Old Yin Mountain, black and imposing on the earth, reaching toward the sky, silent and still.
Like a Netherworld crawling upon the ground, it possessed a certain immense and mysterious aura.
The wild and untamed pine and cypress at the foot of the mountain seemed to form a clear boundary with the world outside, delineating the line between humans and evil spirits.
