Han Dong, having left the Demon Mountains, returned to the Underworld Avenue.
Following the army of the Dead, he climbed the rugged and steep stairway, heading towards the "Netherworld Temple."
Most of the Dead harbored an uneasy feeling, unsure whether the sins imprinted in their hearts could be offset by this journey through the Underworld, or whether they could obtain eternal life through a weighty judgment.
They did not know that the so-called "weighty judgment" was merely a guise to assess a person's utility based on the sins of their heart.
If valuable, they would obtain eternal life and continue to contribute to the City of Gods.
If not, they would die, their consciousness devoured by the Underworld.
"This is the Netherworld Temple? It's just a court of judgment…"
When Han Dong stepped into the gloomy temple, he revealed a sinister smile.