A dilapidated plaque hung above the entrance of a deserted ancient temple. The night was cold as water, and the surroundings were deathly silent. It was not at all the turbulent, chaotic storm of laws that Chen Xuan had imagined.
Could it be that they had not been transported to the Boundary, but rather to another corner of the Soul-Dark Realm?
The Soul-Dark Realm was formed from a shattered fragment of the underworld. The place was indeed heavy with a sinister, ghostly aura, giving one the illusion of having stepped into the afterlife.
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