By the banks of the Weis River.
The Weis River remained as desolate as ever, with nothing changed except a layer of thatched huts by the riverbank.
Within the huts was a golden gate.
The gate led beneath the Weis River, to a mysterious Small Cave Heaven.
The perspective shifted to the inside of the cave heaven.
This was a world shrouded in gray mist, with a gray sun in the sky above.
A river wound its way through the land.
Countless evil ghosts wailed within the river.
Splash!
At this moment, a soul in the form of glazed glass leaped out of the water.
Soon after, a one-horned blazing steed appeared and caught the soul steadily.
The soul took the form of a middle-aged man, wearing a golden crown, with a dignified and commanding presence.
"Eh? Is this the underworld? Have I come to my ancestors' Yin Soil?"
The Ghost Marquis surveyed his surroundings.
"Ghost Marquis, you have finally arrived."
Suddenly, an elderly man with gray hair appeared.
"Who are you?"
