In the underworld, in the space of the afterlife, all the souls, messengers, and ghosts have all disappeared, and the silence and desolation seem to have become a thing of the past.

The dark and deep night sky dominates the post-apocalyptic world, and the dark matter has carried out a frenzied ransack of it.

The originally expanded and surging barrier protons have long been sucked into particles smaller than themselves by the homologous dark matter along the cracked cracks, so that the remaining space is cut off, leaving only a layer of soft "skin" that is flickering by internal and external pressure, and makes a dilapidated sound of "hula-hula-" out of tune.

And the strange stones, craggy no more, only broken more unbearable, although not into powder, but has lost the hard soul, that is a soft state, stepping on the feet, no longer the feeling of the ground, like a swamp bubbling bubbles, all the reckless intrusion of everything, trying to devour, no top.

And at the end of the submergence, a cluster of dark green tenaciously grasped the last bit of backbone of the rock, so that his last posture was forever placed at the peak of an unyielding peak, the green soul was immortal, and the spiritual root was immortal!

However, the bridge and Huangquan Road have long been flooded by the soul oil residue flooded by the Styx, emitting decay and stench everywhere, and those sinful souls who are lucky enough to get out of the oily conveyor belt have already taken advantage of the chaos to pour into the gate of death along the water of the Styx, or into the human world, or are infused into the netherworld by the unknown spatial power to become the stomach of the hungry and unbearable infernal killer humanoid ghost hidden there.

The foot-wide path to death can no longer be found, but the flower on the other side, the black flower on the other side, just like the tree in the space, the erosive water of the River Styx has not made it give in the slightest, the petals gather, the flowers stand upright, and still stubbornly adhere to the tenacity of the world!

Yu San'er stood at the "door" of the afterlife space, a little unstable for a while, the dark power of the ten major halls of the underworld was destroyed, and he had already lost control of the entire underworld, of course, he also stopped the mental communication with the various halls of the underworld, and his underworld power had already disappeared very little, facing the chaotic underworld air pressure, his breathing was unstable, and he couldn't even use what Cuishan had learned, so he had to barely hold on to a corner, looking at the tree and elusive:

Brother Luo Hua's spiritual root can't be sunk no matter what, but now I can't grasp it, how can it be good?