Chapter 53: Forcibly Crossing the River of Forgetfulness, Eagerly Drinking Meng Po's Soup

Qiu Changtian closely followed Luo Yan, the two of them controlling Sword Light as they rushed toward the depths of the Land of Fengdu.

This Ghost Gate of the Ten Halls of Fengdu was also cleverly designed, said to be modeled after the real Netherworld.

Everywhere was filled with eerie, cold energy, and shadows of ghosts flitting about, instinctively making one feel uneasy.

If it were normal times, he would have been in the mood to explore.

But now, following the future Luo Yan, with urgency in their steps, there was no time to pause.

After traveling for dozens of minutes, a large building loomed ahead, resembling an ancient city tower, looking ferocious and terrifying under the cover of night.

"This place is the Ghost Gate," Luo Yan reminded.

As the two dived down on their Sword Light, suddenly a Soul Hooking Envoy with a Nether Banner on its head and a tongue that was unusually long rose up, eerily saying:

"Halt, travelers. This is the Ghost Gate. Do you have a guide?