C309 Immortal Weapon Flying Sword

In the Underworld's sixteenth layer of Purgatory, above the molten lava, the water spirit hovered, still somewhat dazed.

More than four hours had passed since Shen Xuan and the three-headed dog vanished without a trace. As an entity of this realm, he understood the implications of the dog's prolonged absence. Had it escaped to the Mortal Realm