"This was the underworld where my mother lived. It was destroyed during the catastrophe. My daughter got bored after living here, so she rebuilt it... But unfortunately, as time passed, my daughter also passed away. This underworld can no longer be rebuilt, and can only be left to gradually become ruins over the years."
Xuannv said.
"The Underworld..."
Chu Mo looked around curiously.
This was completely different from the underworld he had imagined.
After all, according to legend, shouldn’t the underworld have the Naihe Bridge, the red spider lily, the Wangchuan River and the Yama Palace? And the overall scene should be extremely gloomy, but I didn’t expect it to be such a scene.
There are numerous pavilions, towers and palaces, and the ground under their feet is paved with white jade. Although they are in ruins, their past glory can still be seen.
Seeing this scene, Chu Mo finally couldn't help but be curious and asked, "How much do you know about the underworld?"
“That’s where I used to live.”
Xuannu's eyes flashed with a hint of reminiscence. "The Underworld was created by my mother, so I love every plant and tree there. The Naihe Bridge and the Wangchuan River are deeply imprinted in my mind. I once carved graffiti on the Three Lives Stone, and Mengpo also took good care of me..."
She slowly recounted her impressions of the underworld.
And Chu Mo listened patiently.
The two chatted as they walked on the dim white jade street.
As she tells the story, Xuannv becomes more and more immersed in her memories, and Chu Mo's impression of the underworld becomes deeper and deeper.
I don’t know how much time passed.
When Xuannv finally stopped talking, Chu Mo suddenly came back to his senses.
They found that they had arrived in front of a stone tablet.
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