In the crossroads of the Underworld, there was an extremely foul smell.
It was like an open-air slaughterhouse, with rotting flesh, decayed innards, and the dung and urine of livestock, intensified by the stubborn stench of sweat from the butchers that never seemed to dissipate.
Zhu Minglang knew that the crossroads of the Underworld were a gathering place for the Ghost Gods, which was a bustling scene for the spirits of the Underworld.
After crossing the Underworld crossroads, the Yama Dragon flew toward a necropolis.
Not all areas of the Underworld were chaotic and dark; some special places existed, albeit fragmented and disordered.
The scene was somewhat reminiscent of a Dream World, where the end of a bustling street led to a chaotic graveyard, and under the well in a desolate courtyard was someone's home, while next to a clamorous battlefield stood a splendid palace...
It was like a series of unrelated paintings that someone had torn apart and pieced back together.
