In the area near the Realm of the Dead and Three Lives Mountain.
Johnnie looked at the cold, eerie fire in front of him, his eyes flickering as he thought about what came next.
The Red-Haired Ghost King was lying on a nearby rock, looking exhausted. His red ghost hair was unusually weak and lifeless.
As for Dragon Soul, he was keeping an eye on the White and Black Reapers, making sure they didn't lose their direction.
"Johnnie, we're about to enter Three Lives Mountain. It won't be as safe as now. The Celestial Spirits probably already know what we're up to. They'll definitely try to stop us." the Red-Haired Ghost King finally broke the silence.
He continued."Besides the Celestial Spirits, there might be other strong ghosts coming. Some believe the Celestial Spirits are here to save the Realm of the Dead."
"Why?" Johnnie asked, curious. How could anyone think that the Celestial Spirits, who were actually invaders, were here to save the Realm of the Dead?
