"The world... is strange. He... is peculiar..."
Beneath the night sky, in West Mountain County, a formless shadow lay prone in the darkness. The faint sound of a Divine Soul, like a low chant, echoed intermittently.
If Chu Mu were here, he would have surely recognized this formless shadow hidden in the darkness as the very source of filth he was searching for.
But at this moment, the source of all the Ghosts and wicked things in this world was prostrate on the ground, as if on a pilgrimage.
There was no other presence in the darkness, yet in the unseen world, a will seemed to transcend the boundary between the corporeal and ethereal. It entered this Spiritual World, sinking into the shadowy body of the prostrate source of filth.
"I... obey... the sacred... edict..."
The Divine Soul's voice was intermittent, as if under immense, terrifying pressure.
