The Manzhushahua flowers on the banks of the Wangchuan River suddenly lost their color, and their pale petals fell on the edge of Po Meng's soup pot. The old woman who was adding firewood shook her hands and looked towards the Naihe Bridge with her turbid eyes - the dark night sky cracked like a spider web, and nine chains penetrated the clouds, dragging the huge bronze coffin into the River of Forgetfulness.
"The new Yama... Is here." Po Meng murmured to herself and threw the last handful of remnant grass into the soup pot. The thick soup suddenly boiled, reflecting the Netherworld seal writing flowing on the surface of the coffin: This body is neither a god nor a ghost, and is in charge of nine Netherworlds and ten thousand souls.
The moment the coffin lid exploded, a young man in green shirt walked out of the ink mist. Half of a jade pendant with the word "Judge" engraved on it hangs around his waist, and his left hand holds a bone-white judge pen, the tip of which is dripping with blue flames. Po Meng's pupils shrank suddenly - the flame was actually the Netherworld Fire that had been lost for thousands of years...
