The people from the Buddhist Sect and the Yellow Springs have all gathered, with the Ghost Burial Squad present as well. We listened as Mr. Brown recounted the situation in the Underworld.
"Even the Yamas can't do anything?"
Zhang Hao asked, and Mr. Brown smiled and nodded, letting out a sigh.
"There's nothing we can do. The situation in the Underworld is dire. The Emperor God and his forces have already broken into Hell, and they're planning to kill the Yamas and take over directly."
My expression grew grim. The wine I'd just swallowed hadn't even started to take effect, and I was already sober. Mr. Brown glanced at the distant cliff, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Since I'm here, I have to try. Young master's method—breaking the Wraithlord's ghost body. Come with me, Rachel Lan."
I nodded. My parents moved closer, concern written on their faces.
"Old man, it's too dangerous if you take Rachel Lan in there."
Just as Zhang Hao finished speaking, a patch of brown mud appeared on the ground. Gradually, Tan Tian stood before us.
"You finally came!"
Mr. Brown clenched his fist and nodded. Tan Tian looked at me.
"Remember what I told you, Rachel Lan. If anything happens, I'll get you out."
I nodded, but Zhang Hao was still worried.
"No, this can't..."
I pressed my hand on Zhang Hao's arm.
"We don't have the time or the luxury to hesitate. If Emperor God and his forces seize Hell, things will get even worse. The Wraithlord is our biggest threat, as you said—we have no other choice."
Tan Tian raised a hand and opened a swirling, dark vortex. I could feel Jiuchen's power.
"Let's go!"
I said, stepping straight into the vortex. Mr. Brown followed close behind. In the blink of an eye, I was standing on a floating island. All the Ghost Sovereigns were present. The Wraithlord sat with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep, but it didn’t look quite right.
"Have you made up your mind, Rachel Lan?"