Ping Xin waved her hand, and in an instant, time and space shifted, bringing the two to the front of Ghost Gate. Numerous transparent dead souls walked towards the inside of the Ghost Gate, stumbling onto the Yellow Springs Road in confusion.
Bai Jin inquired puzzledly, "Your Majesty, this is the Ghost Gate. Why have we come here?"
"Just watch."
The two walked through the Ghost Gate and onto the Yellow Springs Road. Gradually, some ghosts regained their spiritual wisdom. Some honest ghosts continued forward in sorrow, while mischievous ghosts screamed, transforming into ghost heads and rushing out, even attacking other ghosts.
As they walked across the Naihe Bridge, Bai Jin looked down and saw dense shadows of ghosts in the River of Oblivion, with murky waves churning. Pair of pale hands reached out from the river, as if trying to grasp the living beings above.
