The Thirteenth Ancestor, just how many people did he offend back in the day? Surely he didn't actually manage to provoke every single big shot in all the world's waterways, did he? Could it be? No wonder no one from Fuyu Mountain ever bothers going north.
Wen Yan collected his thoughts and hurriedly confirmed again: he was heading towards the Nether Soul Realm, and above it lay the entrance to the Rakshasa Ghost Market.
With that, the direction became exceptionally clear and certain. All he needed to do was follow the current upstream.
He followed the current along the riverbed for half a day. After feeling as though he had completed a circuit within the Nether Soul Realm's water system and returned to his original starting point, he sensed it was time to go ashore.
He pulled the Big Fire Basin onto the bank. The familiar scent of the Nether Soul Realm wafted around him as he took in his surroundings and let out a long sigh of relief.
