The Fortune-Telling Heiress

"Don't panic! We're currently standing inside the veil. They can't sense us

Outside the veil, the open forest instantly transformed.

The towering trees vanished, the bushes disappeared, and everything in front of them faded away. Only Ignorant and unfeeling ghosts were left, moving forward alimlessly. "They're all ghosts!"

No wonder there was such overwhelming negative energy. This place contained so many ghosts,

Suddenly, someone pointed in the direction of the stone bridge. "The stone bridge has changed."

Madison saw that the bridge had become longer and broader, with the stones emitting a horrifying blood-red glow,

The stream beneath the stone bridge had also changed. It appeared murky yellow and crimson, with heads or hands occasionally emerging from the water, only to be quickly pulled back and carried away downstream. A chilling wind blew around them, the black mist thickening as horrifying screams echoed from afar.

"There are actually sentinel spints!"

In the distance, two sentinel spirits, one dressed in white and the other in black and wearing tall hats, descended from the air, each wielding a Spirit Staff. They led a bunch of ghosts that landed directly on the bridge. They moved at incredible speed, crossing the long stone bridge in the blink of an eye and arriving right in front of them.

Although cultivators often dealt with ghosts, they rarely encountered sentinel spirits, especially in the last hundred years when spiritual energy had declined. The number of coltivators capable of connecting with the Underworld was dwindling. Erwin and the others held their breath, waiting for the sentinel spirits to pass by.

Unexpectedly, halfway through their passage, one of the sentinel spirits suddenly widened his eyes and looked over

"It seems there's a living presence here."The white sentinel spirit, Astra, stared intently, straining to look in their direction.

The black sentinel spirit, Wyt, tugged at the iron chain. "What living people could possibly be here? Let's go."

Astra still felt uneasy, even stepping toward the cultivators direction as he spoke, "There were people captured before. They were delivered before the Ghost King. and those who handed them overreceived rewards. Perhaps we'll get lucky and catch a few ourselves. "It would be great if they're cultivators. The Chost King has always wanted to capture cultivators."

Erwin and the others exchanged glances, feeling like sheep entering a lion's den. They dared not speak

"Cultivators? Ha! In this day and age, even if there are cultivators, they probably aren't worth anything. Let's gol

Once Astra and Nyx lett, they disappeared from sight.

Erwin and the others exchanged glances and spoke quietly.

"They're sentinel spirits! Could it be that this place is..."

They looked around, growing more convinced that this place matched the descriptions of the Underworld in the records.

Madison shook her head. "This isn't the Underworld."novelbin

Someone voiced their dissatisfaction, "Have you seen it?"

Madison replied, "The boundaries between the Three Realms are distinct-gods, humans, and ghosts each have their dwellings. Mount Fjord is part of the human realm, so how could we possibly be in the Underworld?" "Could it be an entrance to the Underworld?" someone asked cautiously.

"Even if it is the Underworld, they can't kill people at will. Those exploration team members and military personnel hadn't reached the end of their lifespans. On what basis do they imprison those still alive in the Underworld?

This statement gameted unanimous agreement from the group.

"so, what do we do now? Are we really going to confront the Underworld?

Some were worried, and others were scared. They could still handle it if it were just ordinary ghosts, but if it involved the Underworld... That would be beyond what they, ascultivators, could manage

Madison said, "I have a plan. Just now, they mentioned that the Ghost king wants cultivators. We can use a cultivator as bait while the rest of us spiritual energy and follow in We'll find the people we're looking for and rescue them." Someone quietly sugerated, "Then, you should be the bait"

To put it blondly, being the halt meant going to your death.

Madison replied, "I do Intend to be the bat

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