The ferryman on the boat was dressed in a black raincoat and wore a straw hat, so his appearance was not visible.

Holding an oar, he casually rowed across the River of Oblivion, and without any apparent effort, a boat swayed and drifted toward the other side.

Many of the dead even fought each other on the shore for a spot to board the ship.

Scrambles and fights often occurred, but the ferryman of the River of Oblivion simply watched all of this coldly, without any intention of stopping it.

Anyway, whoever can pay the fare can get on the ship.

Zu An shook his head. There was no need to care about the ferryman of the River of Oblivion. Anyway, there were several more Yama Palaces waiting for these souls. They would regret the evil deeds they committed by robbing here now.

Many of the dead even saw Zaun and, seeing his extraordinary demeanor, assumed he was a fat target, so they all gathered around him, intending to rob him.

Unfortunately, as soon as they got within a certain range of him, their expressions changed. They felt an inexplicable pressure emanating from Zu An, an irresistible force, just like the Netherworld gods they had encountered before.

They turned tail and ran away in a panic, knowing that if they got any closer, their souls would probably break down.

At this moment, the ferryman of the River of Oblivion, who was not far away, saw the commotion and glanced at Zu An: "Huh? So it's a colleague."

Sensing his gaze, Zu'an cupped his hands in a gesture of goodwill: "Brother..."

To everyone's surprise, the other person simply turned their head away and ignored them completely.

Zu An's expression froze instantly. It seemed these guys weren't as easy to get along with as the Black and White Impermanence or the Ox-Head and Horse-Face. No wonder the Black and White Impermanence had mentioned that the ferrymen of the River of Oblivion were all unusually aloof and difficult to get along with.

However, he suddenly had an epiphany. He went to the side of the River of Oblivion, reached out and summoned the middle of the river. Sure enough, a small boat appeared out of thin air and slowly came to the shore.

Zu An wondered if this was the ship that the Netherworld had assigned to him.

Seemingly without needing anyone to teach him, he naturally stepped onto the boat, picked up the oar at the bow, and found that there were quite a few water ghosts swimming around trying to pull him into the water. However, after feeling the boat and the oar, they all shrank back in fear, but were reluctant to go too far.

"Another ferryman has arrived!" At this moment, some of the dead saw what was happening and rushed over.

There were long queues of other ferrymen waiting to cross the river, and it was unclear when they would be able to cross. So when a new passage appeared, everyone rushed over.

Seeing the lively scene, Zu'an felt a little dazed, as if he had returned to a long vacation in his previous life.

Soon, disputes broke out in the queue as well, with people cutting in line, fighting, and arguing.

Zaun ignored him; he wasn't so bored as to stand up for a group of dead souls. Instead, he began to ponder.

So how exactly is this trial going to begin? I can't be stuck here as a ferryman for the rest of my life, can I?

Wait a minute, that mysterious giant statue seemed to have mentioned that you needed an identity from the Netherworld to participate in the trial, but now I've become the ferryman of the River of Oblivion, isn't that enough?

Just as they were wondering, a commotion suddenly broke out nearby. It turned out that several souls were fighting over a spot, and one of them was accidentally pushed to the bank, stepping into the River of Oblivion.