Under the Naihe Bridge, on the bank of the Wangchuan River, a man in black clothes stood there quietly. Behind him was the Huangquan Road connecting the Naihe Bridge. In front of him was the endless water of the Wangchuan River. From time to time, passages of text flashed on the Sansheng Stone beside him. Each time, it appeared for a moment and then disappeared again. The man held a sword about seven feet long in his hand. The sword was completely dark, with faint red patterns of the other side of the sea on it. There was no trace of light, and it was as dead and silent as if it had merged with the underworld. Maybe he has been standing here for a long time, maybe he just appeared here a moment ago, no one knows. This is the underworld, a place where all creatures will pass through after death. No creature will stop here, and no creature will care about other people on the road to hell. Those creatures struggling in the waters of the Forgotten River would not even care about this. Only Po Meng, who was standing on the Naihe Bridge, would occasionally look in this direction when no living beings were passing by, with helplessness in her eyes.