Within the Chaos, a corner of an even more ancient and weathered world surfaced, wrapping itself in darkness and a frigid cold that made heaven and earth tremble, as if it were the source of all evil and darkness between them.
The ancient earth began to be obscured by darkness, and a faint, barely audible voice arose.
Huā lā lā! Huā lā lā!
This was the sound of the ancient Nine Nether River flowing fiercely, as if since the beginning of time, it had been washing over the dark world.
In the dim light, ghostly spirits, decayed dry corpses, and stark white bones floated on the river surface.
"The Nine Nether has appeared!"
The human kings who had long since retreated to a safe distance looked upon the phenomenon above the sky vault with a gasp of cold air, as the shadowy realm of the Nine Nether seemed to be transforming into the present world.
The dark stream descended like a waterfall, vast and mighty, making their minds tremble.
