In the barren expanse of the Netherworld, dark purple Netherworld grass grew wildly, blending seamlessly with the eerie atmosphere of the realm.
An occasional cluster of Othershore flowers was interspersed among them like blood-red flames. Their slender, curled petals seemed to murmur mysterious, spectral secrets, and while dazzlingly alluring, they added a touch of haunting beauty.
Feng Xuan gently took Houtu's hand, and the two slowly paced across the wilderness, the tranquil ambiance wrapping around them like a soft veil.
Chapter 112