"Greetings, Soul Lord."
Lin Su and Zhao Xuantong bowed towards the soul mist in the void.
"Hmm..." The Soul Lord's muffled voice boomed like thunder, reverberating through the heavens and earth with the agitation of the soul mist.
The soul mist, stretching tens of thousands of meters, roared turbulently, then swiftly contracted to about a hundred meters. The aged face of the Soul Lord emerged from within, gazing at the two, "Follow me."
After speaking, the Soul Lord took the lead in heading towards the ancient gateway standing there.
Lin Su and Zhao Xuantong exchanged a glance and then closely followed, stepping into the gateway.
With a slight sensation of the world spinning, the next moment, they appeared in an extraordinary world.
This world seemed to exist in an eternal night, with only clusters of flickering lights like ghostly flames wandering in the air, illuminating everything.
