The Crumbled Netherworld.
At this moment, myriad ghostly beings fell silent, and Samsara was shaking as if the whole Netherworld was on the verge of destruction.
All ghostly beings were trembling and cowering on the ground, overwhelmed with anxiety.
"What... what did he say? Why can't I hear that word clearly at all..."
"What kind of character is it, what kind of name that even we cannot listen to it!"
"Just hearing that name by our ears, we would become deaf... Our entire cultivation level cannot withstand the karma brought by that word..."
A group of old ghosts were terrified.
Having escaped from Samsara, they were powerhouses of their times, and even though they had become ghostly beings, they were anything but ordinary. If any of them could maintain their power for just a moment, they were capable of sweeping through the Forbidden Ancient Path, and annihilating the entire Grey Mist Sea.
But now, just because of a name...
They were utterly repressed.
