"Who is calling me?"
A great sound like a bell, vast and ancient, erupted from the depths of the Netherworld, its reverberations sweeping across the desolate wilderness, causing visible ripples to appear in the permanently silent realm of the underworld.
Above the wasteland, countless fierce ghosts and evil spirits were wandering aimlessly.
All those who heard this sound,
couldn't help but tremble, their soul fires flickering to extinguish, as if witnessing the magnificent might of heaven, they fell to the ground and lacked even the strength to whimper or struggle.
Those lurking in the depths of depraved temples, feeding on incense for nourishment, were enjoying sacrificial offerings on altars high above, but at this moment, struck by thunder, they rolled off with a boom, the evil mist swirling around revealing their terrified, twisted true forms.
More remarkably, countless confused and lost fierce ghosts and evil spirits,
