Nether River!
No one could have guessed that what Mu Wanqiu saw in her dream would be such eerie and grim scenes—
Angry waves rolling.
Yet she showed no intention of retreat.
The poison of others, my delicacy.
This grim dream holds an inexplicable allure for the "Judge"... The storm rages, and the ghostly figure in white stretches out its arms, trying to cradle the withered wood, moving a bit closer to the end of the Nether River.
In this "nightmare," Mu Wanqiu's spiritual power was rapidly depleting, her face gradually turning pale, yet she was unwilling to give up...
She wanted to see what lay at the end of the Nether River.
She wanted to see the figure sitting atop the massive throne.
But finally, a huge wave crashed down heavily.
The great river shattered.
The log exploded.
Before plunging into the icy river, the white-clad Judge sighed softly, and followed Mu Wanqiu into the river, folding his arms and holding her in his embrace.
