Netherworld.
A pale azure light sea, mirror-like, quietly spans the Netherworld, reflecting colorful lights.
It is omnipresent like time and fate, seemingly merging into the very foundation of this realm. As long as you are in the Netherworld, no matter where you are, you can see that pale azure light sea, reflecting into your heart, revealing your True Self.
"The Holy Land of the Nether Sea from those years..."
Luo Xuan whispered, his expression somewhat dazed.
He hadn't seen such a scene for many years. Memories surged, and he couldn't help but recall the days when he followed his elder brother in cultivation.
Back then, the Netherworld Lord established the Mind Dao, and the Nether Sea was once praised as the Pure Land of all worlds, a Holy Land of the Sea of Realms, with no threshold, embracing all beings, only depending on fate and talent.
