The Hellhound brought the Spirit Turtle into its sixth-layer living space and finally released its grip, setting it down.
The Spirit Turtle shook its round little head to shake off the drool the Hellhound had dribbled on it, then opened its eyes to take in its surroundings and felt incredibly oppressed by the gloomy environment that resembled the Ghost Realm, complete with a nearby river babbling away.
However, unlike before, where every sight of a river made it feel close and comfortable, wanting to play in the waters, this time when it saw the turbid flow ahead, for some reason, it felt an intense chill rise from the deepest part of its heart. Its body shivered uncontrollably, and it instinctively wanted to flee from this river!
"What kind of water is this? How can there be such Evil Water in this place?"
The Eight Trigrams Spiritual Light on the Spirit Turtle's back flickered incessantly, sending frantic warnings, urging it to stay away from the Netherworld Water ahead.
