Lu Yu smiled. With a chunk of the Netherworld like that, it was enough. He beckoned lightly, and the Land of Death that danced in the air flew toward the nascent Netherworld, bursting into it like a brazen bandit.
Although the nascent Netherworld was immature, it had already become a realm in its own right, recognized by the Will of the World. Therefore, despite difficulties it managed to accommodate this piece of land, which rapidly expanded its own space.
Soon, a fledgling form of the Netherworld appeared in the void, emitting a deep, ghostly glow. It was the pure essence of death, an eternal slumber, the end of all things, and also their beginning.
Countless lost souls wandering this world began to be drawn in, gradually moving toward the Netherworld. Before long, a profound and dark river emerged within the Netherworld.
This was a river of death, where countless sinful lost souls would sink, cleanse themselves of their sins, and reenter the mortal realm.
