Chapter 500: The Burial Soul Sea Emerges

He fell. Endless darkness swallowed him whole, choked with deathly miasma so thick it felt like it could suffocate a soul, laced through with rancor and lingering hatred. The wind howled past his ears. Within it drifted countless faint wails and whispers, as if innumerable icy hands were clawing at his spirit in the dark. The fall seemed to stretch into forever, yet it also felt like a single blink. Just as Dante Easton prepared to rouse the ancient cauldron or use a movement art to steady himself,...