In the Underworld, within the Eighteenth Level of Hell, the wilderness stretched endlessly, and almost the entire Eighteenth Level of Hell stood empty.
If there was one place in the Underworld where the Ten Kings of Hell and the various ghost messengers refused to set foot, it was right here.
Deep within the Eighteenth Level of Hell, suspended above a sea of blood, a bald-headed man draped in a black kasaya sat cross-legged upon a bloody lotus throne, continually absorbing the surrounding baleful aura.
Chapter 384