Chapter 27

Shangqing Heaven had a shortcut that led to the River of Forgetfulness. It could bypass the Nine Heavens and go straight to the lower realm. However, there were ancient prohibitions at both ends of the road that required a huge amount of spiritual energy to open. Thus, it gradually stopped being used. Today, there were very few people who knew about it.

Standing before the ancient prohibitions, I couldn't help but recall the time when I borrowed the Sky Splitting Blade from the Yuanshi Tianzun in order to make it easier to go to the Underworld. I opened the road bit by bit. The hardship was indescribable, but at the time, as long as I could reach the River of Forgetfulness faster, even if it was just a second faster, I would be happy.

The past was unbearable to recall. This road that was almost abandoned actually had such a use.

Fufeng hugged the Flying Sword in his arms and watched me break the prohibitions with interest. After watching for a long time, he couldn't understand what I was doing, so he could only give up. "You spent tens of thousands of years of spiritual energy just to save such a small amount of time. Are you too lazy or too hardworking?"

Seeing that I ignored him, he leaned over and said, "You didn't go through the Nine Heavens because you were afraid of being discovered by the Celestial Ruler?

Although the Celestial realm has issued a ban and no one is allowed to cross the River of Forgetfulness, you are saving people for him. You can always open a back door. "

Ten thousand years of spiritual power gushed out from his palms like a tidal wave, and all of it entered the seal eye of the restriction. The fog opened wide, and a primitive ancient path appeared in front of him. Looking from afar, the boiling River of Forgetfulness was almost within reach.

"Stop talking nonsense."

I pulled Fufeng up and jumped lightly. The Ground Shrinking Formation set up by the small path flickered faintly. In a few breaths, we stood at the pier of the River of Forgetfulness.

"Why haven't I seen this pier before?"

Fufeng was stunned and looked around. The River of Forgetfulness was tens of thousands of miles long, but there was only one crossing and a boatman. Where did this place come from?

He grabbed my hand that was about to ring the bell. His expression suddenly darkened. "Aren't you hiding from the Celestial Ruler because of the ban?

Is this trip dangerous? "

"You are much smarter than before."

I pushed his arm away and pointed. The rusty copper bell hanging on the mast of the pier jingled. After a while, a small boat with oil sailed over. "Now that the sun and the moon are in broad daylight, the sky is full of thunder and clouds, a storm is coming. With such weather, the door to the Underworld may open at any time. The River of Forgetfulness is the latch. If the door is opened, what will happen to the latch?"

Fufeng's expression turned even more unpleasant. He grabbed my arm and pulled it back. He cast a spell at my Quze acupoint and sealed the spirit meridians in my arms. "As you said, the River of Forgetfulness cannot be crossed. When we return, we will report to the Celestial Ruler and let him make the decision!"

With my spirit meridians sealed, my palms felt sore and numb. However, it didn't stop me from greeting the boatman who was rowing the boat over. I had known Fufeng for three thousand years, and he had always been frivolous. It was rare to see him so stern. I glanced at him and smiled. "After Jin Mi's original body leaves the Soul Nourishing Lotus, it is just a shell that keeps leaking air. Even if Yundan absorbs all the vitality and opens it after two hours, it will only be soul smoke that can't be retained.

The Heavenly Demon World is separated by the vast River of Forgetfulness. Without birds, it would be difficult for eagles to cross.

Send someone to the Demon World to invite the Demon Lord.

Send someone to send Jin Mi. You can't save her.

If you were the Little White Dragon, what would you do? "

Fufeng was speechless. His face turned cold, revealing a sickly pale color. He looked like a wilted cabbage that couldn't see the sun. I patted his shoulder and said softly, "He has enough worldly affairs. He doesn't need to trouble himself with such a small matter."

"Is it that he doesn't need to trouble himself, or that he doesn't dare to trouble himself?"

Fufeng let go of my hand. The cold blade of Flyfall flipped and pointed at Yundan at my waist. The tip of the sword was pressed tightly against the outer wall of my perfectly round Dan. It seemed that if he used a little more force, he would be able to cut Jin Mi into pieces.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent. He said coldly, "This woman can't tell right from wrong. She caused the Great Heavenly Demon War and caused countless lives to be lost. Now, she even wants to drag you across the River of Forgetfulness. Since you don't want to do it, why don't I do it?

Let's kill her! "I looked down at the sharp blade in front of Yundan. For a moment, I did want to end this trouble. But would killing Jin Mi end it?

"I saved her because Run Yu killed her. I paid the debt for Run Yu. From now on, we don't owe each other anything.

It's not that I didn't dare to ask, but I already knew the answer. He wanted to save Jin Mi, but he wouldn't use me as the price. So, even if I asked, there wouldn't be an answer. Why bother? "

I never thought about how important Jin Mi and I were in the Little White Dragon's heart. Feelings couldn't be compared, and there was no need to compare. Meeting and missing each other, winning or losing, was just fate. What was the point of being conflicted?

What I cared about was never the past.

The boatman had already reached the shore with his oars. A broken boat had crossed the countless gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas on both sides of the River of Forgetfulness. I took a step forward, and the Netherworld's Cold Fire suddenly flared up at the pier, sealing off Fufeng's pursuit. The boatman's wrinkled eyelids lifted slightly, and he said to Fufeng, "Gongzi, stop. Only the Chiling God can cross the Lingchuan Pier."

The oars swayed, and Fufeng's figure gradually became smaller. I turned around and bowed to the boatman, slowly saying, "It's been a long time. How have you been, Your Second Highness?"

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When old friends meet, there's no wine or tea. There's only a withered boat with a lone sail. It's a little cold. I knocked on the rusty copper bell hanging at the bow of the boat. The green copper rust was mottled, occupying almost every inch of the bell, but it didn't affect the crisp sound of the bell at all.

The Second Highness of the Underworld, Qing Zhu, slowly pushed the oars, drawing circles of ripples on the River of Forgetfulness. This natural moat that had roared for millions of years was unusually docile today. The lonely souls and resentful spirits trapped at the bottom seemed to know that their end was near. One by one, they quieted down, no longer having the strength to make a ruckus.

"When the Underworld opened, the Chiling God always stayed far away. Why did she think of crossing the river today?"

The old and withered face under the bamboo hat still had a trace of the past. Without the nourishment of life and death at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, the cruelty of time was undoubtedly evident.

"I haven't shaken the broken bell of Lingchuan for a long time. I'm afraid that it's rusty and can't be used anymore, so I have to knock it often."

I took out Yundan from my bosom and rubbed it hard in the palm of my hand. The soul energy trapped in the Yundan immediately rushed out. The Yundan shattered into thousands of pieces. A thin wisp of soul energy stuck to each piece, forcibly condensing it into a tiny water droplet. Qing Zhu's hand that was moving the oars paused. She sighed, "If Qing Zhu's eyes aren't deceiving me, that's Yundan, right? The Exalted God spent ten thousand years refining it, and it's destroyed just like that. What a pity!"

"It's just a worldly possession."

I raised the water droplet in front of my eyes. I really couldn't imagine how such a fragile body could survive. "The Second Highness helped me out of the Underworld. I'll never forget this great kindness. If you want any pills, elixirs, or artifacts of the five elements, just tell me."

"Exalted God, you must be joking. Qing Zhu is just forgiving on behalf of my elder brother. I don't owe you any kindness."

"You're far away from the Underworld's life and death energy. You're in the prime of your life, but you look like you have one foot in the grave. Have you thought about going back?

Qing Si probably misses you a lot. "

I flipped my wrist and placed a bottle of pills on the bow of the boat. "One pill every ten years. It can keep you safe for another hundred years. However, it's just a temporary solution. Everyone has their own right and wrong before Tianyuan. You don't need to guard the River of Forgetfulness to atone for your sins."

Qing Zhu laughed loudly. She laughed until tears and snot flowed down her face. In the end, she sobbed and sang a ballad from the Underworld. It was a song that calmed the souls of the dead. The souls that were swimming under the River of Forgetfulness trembled when they heard it. The crazy dark green circles were washed by the ripples of the river. It was as if the song was shedding its gloomy shell.

I recalled the hundred years when the River of Forgetfulness flowed red. How many of the souls under my feet had once chatted and laughed in the Ninth Heaven?

The spirit boat sped forward. It didn't take long for us to cross half of the River of Forgetfulness, which was more than a thousand miles wide. The shore of the Demon World was in sight. The continuous stream of Phoenix army flags fluttered in the wind. Now that the Underworld was about to open, both sides of the river were forbidden to pass through. As soon as I appeared, several demon generals flew up to ask me questions. The blades, spears, swords, and halberds in their hands shone with cold light.

"Who are you?

Do you have a demon decree? "

"I am an old friend of the Demon Lord. Please inform him that the Chiling of the Ninth Heaven has come to visit!"

The young general looked very young. Maybe it was because my smiling appearance was really improper. He looked left and right and hesitated for a long time before moving to report to the Demon Lord's tent.

Qing Zhu sent me off the boat and bowed deeply, "Qing Zhu will rest after your last journey. Take care, Supreme God."

"Take care!"

I walked in the direction of the young general with my hands behind my back. Although I looked relaxed, my heart was beating like a drum. My palm that was holding Jin Mi was wet. That was her vitality that was constantly boiling. I had already refined it at the latest time, but it was still not enough.

"Xufeng welcomes the Chiling God!

Is there something the Celestial Ruler wants to tell me? "

A strong wind blew past, and the boiling demon clouds condensed into a person. Burning Nirvana?

Flames flickered on the bow, burning my eyes until they hurt. But now that I was carrying the identity of the Ninth Heaven, I couldn't lose face. I could only put on an indifferent expression and smile,

"The Demon Lord is so impressive!

I don't dare to tell you anything. It's just that when the River of Forgetfulness opens, the Underworld's Life and Death Aura will surge out. The Celestial Ruler sent me here to help the generals of the demon world. "

"Life and Death Aura?

Can you explain it to me, Supreme God? "He seemed to have discovered his own Life and Death Aura.

She hurriedly put away her bow and led me into the tent. "Xu Feng has just learned from the Celestial Emperor's letter that you are not good at attacking and defending. You must have lost control when you first met in the Shangqing Heavens. However, the High Deity didn't care about the past and used your blood essence to save Jinmi. You are really magnanimous. Xu Feng understands the good intentions of the Hall of Sages. In this great calamity of the Five Realms, we demons will do our best!"

I waved my hand. I liked hearing these words from the Little White Dragon, but it was noisy when other people said it. "The Life and Death Aura is produced by the souls of the six realms in the Underworld. It is the most Yin and the most Yang. If ordinary immortals come in contact with too much of it, they will go crazy and die. However, most of the soldiers will not go deep into the River of Forgetfulness. You only need to call a few important generals here."

In the end, he was a senior, so he could lie without batting an eyelid. The Life and Death Aura was nothing special except that it smelled bad. Just like the spiritual power of the Celestial realm and the magic power of the demon world, it was the foundation of the cultivation of the people of the Underworld.

Under the Demon Lord's orders, seven or eight burly soldiers came into the tent. I took out many common pills that could improve one's eyesight and energy. After praising them for a while, I dissolved them in my palm and pushed them to the generals.

"The Life and Death Aura corrodes the soul. This pill of mine has the effect of strengthening the body and strengthening the spirit. It can protect everyone's consciousness and prevent you from being influenced by demons and monsters."

When I pushed it to Xufeng, my palm loosened, and the water droplet containing Yundan silently disappeared into his eyes.

I had seen the battle strategy that the Little White Dragon and Xufeng had discussed. Dragons and phoenixes were the sovereigns of life. The greater the power, the heavier the responsibility. As the leaders of the two realms, they naturally had to take the lead and set an example. This battle was going to be an extremely dangerous position.

If I told Xufeng that Jin Mi was with him, his weak spot would suddenly appear and his mood would change. Moreover, the Little White Dragon had placed many spies in the demon world. It would be hard to stop the rumors. If he found out that Xufeng was related to Jin Mi's life, he might change his position at the last minute, which would be a great taboo for military strategists.

Let me be the deceiving bad guy.

"Alright, I wish everyone victory!"

I clapped my hands and leaned against the Demon Lord's chair, lying down lazily. The Demon Attendant beside me raised his eyebrows in anger. Just as he was about to speak, he was glared at by Xufeng. "Thank you, Supreme God!

Now that the River of Forgetfulness could change at any time, I'll have to trouble you to rest in the tent first. After the battle, Xufeng will personally send you back. "

"Thank you, Demon Lord. Everyone, go back to your work. I won't run around."

The black armor left like the tide. The walls of the tent reflected the faint red light of the phoenix lanterns. Now, the sky was covered with dark clouds. The bright sun and moon that were hanging at the same time a few hours ago had disappeared. At noon, it was as dark as midnight. I couldn't even see my fingers in front of me. In the past, every time the Underworld opened, I would hide far away. This was the first time I had seen it.

Human.

I casually picked up a few books scattered on the table and flipped through them. Most of them were techniques for arranging troops that I had seen in the Seven Government Palace. Actually, with the ancient restrictions created by the Supreme God, the Underworld shouldn't be able to cause too much trouble. However, these two days, my eyelids kept twitching and I kept feeling uneasy. I pinched my fingers and divined a few times, but I couldn't find anything. Maybe it was because I had a baby in my stomach and my mind was out of control.

There weren't many books on the table. I flipped through them one by one to pass the time. Suddenly, I touched an old piece of parchment in one of the books. I flattened it and looked at it carefully. It was actually a profound formation.

"Netherworld Sacrificial Spiritual Formation … What is this …"

The parchment was in a book about the history of demons. The Celestial realm's old history was burned clean, but the Demon Realm recorded everything in detail. In the past million years, the Underworld opened several times. At first, it opened in the blink of an eye, but later on, it opened for a whole day. The Underworld seemed to have found a way to resist the ancient restrictions. Fortunately, the Heavenly Demon Realm and Demon Realm also had a corresponding formation …

"Dragon Spirit … Phoenix Spirit … Break, break the restriction?"

The formation was written in ancient Sanskrit. It was created by a few Supreme Gods who were annihilated. Even I didn't understand it. The annotations on the side of the book were a mess. It was obvious that I didn't understand the main points. I vaguely understood a few words and felt that something was wrong. Combining it with the war strategies in the books …

Great formation …

Suddenly, thunder rumbled outside the tent. It rumbled and rushed in all directions. The flat riverbank cracked inch by inch. Blazing hot magma surged up from the ground like a fountain!

I staggered out. The River of Forgetfulness's tide rose to a height of a hundred feet. Resentful spirits covered the sky and hovered above everyone's heads. It was as if they would turn into a downpour in the next moment, corroding all living things!

"Where's the Demon Lord?!"

I grabbed the swaying general by the side and interrogated him. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He trembled and said, "He, he went to the Forgetfulness's formation core …"