"Nostalgia..."
After the first voice became clear, one voice after another continuously appeared in Lin Mu's Sea of Consciousness.
At the same time, black-grey silhouettes continuously appeared ahead.
These black-grey silhouettes, some human-shaped, some beast-shaped, all moved forward without consciousness.
The unending sound of "Nostalgia" echoed among these black-grey figures.
Each utterance was a baptism for the soul.
Lin Mu vaguely felt that, without the protection of the Heavenly Dao Myriad Laws Record, he too would become like these black-grey figures, losing all memories and turning into a puppet akin to a living corpse.
"Is this the Netherworld?"
Just as this thought emerged in Lin Mu's mind.
Crash!
A sound like divine thunder boomed in the black void.
"What creature dares enter the Netherworld, begone!"
The next moment, Lin Mu felt dizzy, and when he regained his senses, he was back atop the Tower of Myriad Realms.
"So powerful!"
