A quarter of an hour before Shaosi cast the spell, in the Netherworld…

The Netherworld was dark and misty. Everything in there was black or white. Shreds of shadows were fleeting in the misty air, leaving glistening traces in the air.

Surrounding a mountain which was located in the core of the Netherworld, countless skulls piled up layer by layer. The white, lustrous skulls were 'looking' at the sky, with streams of clear light quietly flowing out of their empty eye sockets.

Yet, the skull mountain didn't look evil, but sacred.

Among numberless white skulls, small gray flowers had been growing. The thumb-sized flowers swayed without being blown by any wind. The iron-blade-like petals tinkled against each other, producing a silvery sound.

From the endless, peaceful death, a soft but strong trace of life-force erupted. This skull mountain was the highest mountain in the netherworld. This place was filled with a magical power of Dao. Because of this towering mountain, the entire Neth