Netherworld Life and Death Illusion Realm.
A man in a black robe, towering like an ancient tower, stood upon an ancient altar, holding in his hand a silver-white soul token.
This soul token, merely the size of a palm, now acted like a screen, projecting all that was within the Yuan Ci Secret Realm.
Only certain areas, enshrouded by the Power of Heavenly Mechanism, eluded observation; the rest lay clear as day.
The towering man's eyes flickered with nebulous flames as a terrifying Netherworld aura poured from his being.
"Qingyan, what do you think?"
The voice of the towering man was hoarse, carrying an ominous force.
As he spoke, his gaze pierced into the void, but no figure appeared in the emptiness.
Not until the man's brows furrowed slightly, and a grave note colored his ghostly face, did a ripple finally disturb the void.
A human woman emerged.
