The storm in the void raged on, completely submerging the already desolate streams of the void, obscuring that coffin and the white dog guarding it, making them gradually blur and hard to see.
Only the dinging sound of a bell floated through the void, but Lu Chengfeng had already entered the Netherworld.
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The sky of the Netherworld resembles a rag soaked in blood, with ten waned moons hanging high without a trace of brightness.
Sometimes, you can hear the nether vehicles grinding over the ground full of white bones, soul fires splashing out of the wheel tracks, startling thousands of Nether Crows, these human-faced monstrous birds crying out like a baby's wail.
At some point, an ancient lamp lit up in this dark land, its flame rippling as it flickered.
Once this Coffin Lamp, imbued with Netherworld Authority, emerged, Lu Chengfeng instantly felt a subtle change in the surrounding environment, the entire sky oppressive as if black tears of blood were about to seep out.
