Since souls are real, then the underworld probably exists as well. Regardless of whether immortals truly exist, since souls do, and so many people have died throughout history, then where are all their souls? It’s likely that souls also have a lifespan, and once that lifespan is exhausted, perhaps even consciousness and awareness truly vanish. But while the soul still exists, could it be that the countless souls of the dead simply disappear for nothing? They probably settle together, forming a world similar to the living world. If he could enter this soul world ahead of others and work hard to build a family fortune, then when his parents die, he could let them enjoy a good life as soon as they arrive. In this way, it wouldn’t really count as being unfilial.

Thinking of this, Henry Clark felt even more fired up. He made up his mind to immediately go home to see his parents and younger sister, and then go to the soul world to strive and work hard. Even if the knowledge and worldview in the soul world might be different, even if what he had learned might be useless, with his diligence and hard work, he would surely make something of himself one day. He wasn’t worried about any of that at all. In this way...

Only after Henry Clark felt calm and had made up his mind did he carefully look at the world around him. The world before his eyes wasn’t much different from before. The only difference was that there seemed to be streams of black air floating above the city. These black streams looked a lot like chemical fumes caused by environmental pollution, but if pollution had really gotten so bad as to produce such black streams, the government and the media would never just sit by and do nothing. In other words, these black streams were probably invisible to ordinary people and could only be seen by souls?

Henry Clark was curious, but he was a restrained person. Although he guessed that these black streams could only be seen by souls, he had no intention of touching them—at least not for now. What if touching these black streams instantly transported him to the underworld? What if these streams were specifically meant to devour souls? And just looking at that pitch-black color sent chills down his spine. He absolutely had no intention of touching them.

"Go home and see my parents and sister immediately!" Henry Clark made up his mind. He had always been a filial son since childhood, and now that he had just died, he felt even more attached to his family. Maybe it was because you only cherish what you’ve lost. The thought that he might never see his parents and sister again made his feelings even more intense.

Henry Clark flew faster and faster. To take a shortcut, he even soared a hundred meters higher into the sky. When he was still two or three hundred meters away from the black streams, he stopped and continued flying toward his home. From this height, looking down at the whole city, he was shocked to discover something different.

This was Shanghai, one of the most densely populated cities in all of China. When Henry Clark looked down from midair, he actually saw souls floating in the air. Many souls lingered outside residential buildings, and some floated out from several large hospitals. Looking down from above, there were actually hundreds of souls throughout the entire city of Shanghai.

As Henry Clark was marveling at this, he suddenly noticed that these souls were quite different from him. All of these souls had strands of black threads entwined around their bodies, as if they were bound by some unstable cocoon, and faintly, the souls within these black threads seemed to be struggling constantly.

Henry Clark was shocked, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart. He hurriedly floated toward the nearest soul. This soul was floating at the height of over twenty stories in an apartment building. Looking through the black threads, it seemed to be an old man of about sixty, still struggling. As Henry Clark approached, the old man immediately shouted, "Young man, help me get out of here! These karmic threads burn my skin painfully at the slightest touch..."

Sure enough, in his agitation, the old man tried to reach out, but as soon as he touched the black threads, a faint blue smoke rose from where his skin made contact, as if a branding iron had been pressed against him. The area immediately turned pitch black, and the old man quickly withdrew his hand with a groan of pain.

"What exactly are these black threads?" Henry Clark was even more alarmed, and now he dared not get any closer. He called out loudly from about ten meters away from the old man.

The old man looked up in surprise and said, "Young man, why don’t you have any karma on your body? That’s impossible! Could it be that you’ve never experienced anything since you were born?"

Henry Clark immediately asked, "Sir, what is karma? Are those the black threads wrapped around your body? By the way, uncle, you’re a dead soul too, right? Why don’t you go to the underworld?"