While Emperor Bao Yuan's side was in chaos, Ye Xuan and Ling Qianxue entered the Netherworld Hall without any danger.
The scene that greeted them was one of desolation. The Netherworld Hall appeared very dilapidated, yet within those ruinous halls, billowing black smoke rose, dizzying to behold.
"It seems this Netherworld Hall has already fallen into ruin."
Ye Xuan glanced around. There was no trace of ghostly presence here, at least no sign of life.
"That's precisely why we have this opportunity."
Ling Qianxue also surveyed their surroundings. If the Netherworld Hall were in its heyday, their sudden entry might leave not even bones behind.
"That's true."
The Netherworld Hall is not a place one can easily intrude upon; fortunately, it had long since fallen into disrepair.
The great hall was exceptionally spacious; as they continued forward, they passed several massive gateways. Such a scene was as if they had truly entered hell, a land of death.
"Ghost Gate."
