He returned to the underground Lake Island, in front of the old monk's wooden carving.
"You expected this, didn't you?"
Lin Yan's gaze landed on Wang Yue's wooden face. His gaze seemed to penetrate this lifelike but stiff face.
"The Chaotic Fog emerged from the Netherworld River by the side of the passageway. The corpses that died in the Netherworld River all came back to life. There were even mutations that made them stronger and stranger…
"You must know why, don't you?"
In the silence, Lin Yan's voice seemed to be swallowed by the darkness.
Suddenly, a golden light lit up again. Thousands of dazzling arcs of light bloomed from the old monk's fingertip. In the golden light, the dazzling palace illusion appeared again.
"Amitabha."
The old monk's phantom slowly condensed. However, this time, be it the distant palace or the old monk nearby, they were much dimmer.