Chapter 882 - 541: Manifestation of the Rules of Death, Netherworld Reincarnation

Chapter 882: Chapter 541: Manifestation of the Rules of Death, Netherworld Reincarnation

"Where am I..."

The swordsman in white, with a sword on his back, stood blankly in the shadows.

Instinctively, he wanted to step into the place with light.

He reached out, only to be burned.

"You ghosts, quickly follow me, do not delay time, do not linger or hesitate!"

"This way leads to reincarnation, you must walk the Netherworld Road, cross the Naihe Bridge, drink Lady Meng’s Soup, only then can you cleanse the memories of your past life."

"Forgetting the past life is the rule of the Heavenly Dao."

"If before entering the Netherworld, you return to heaven and earth without even a consciousness after death, anyone who violates it, their soul will be scattered!"

In the Land of the Netherworld, it was as if suddenly placed in a corner forgotten by the world, filled with a suffocating eerie atmosphere.

The sky was shrouded in a thick, ink-like gloom, not a trace of sunlight to be seen, the oppressive darkness seemed to devour everything.

The air was filled with a rancid and ancient scent, faintly mixed with whispering grievances and painful moans, endless, as if countless resentful spirits were murmuring their unwillingness and hatred.

One by one, illusory souls walked on the Netherworld Road.

The Netherworld Road is the connection between the living world and the Netherworld, a winding narrow path, which appeared especially long in this eerie world.

The road surface was uneven, as if mercilessly gnawed by time, exuding endless desolation. There was not a trace of vitality next to the road, only withered weeds shivering in the cold wind, making rustling sounds, as if death’s symphony.

Yellow mist drifted on the road surface, sometimes thick, sometimes thin, making the Netherworld Road at times clearly visible, at times hidden in that strange mist.

Those endless ghosts lined up in long queues, moving slowly forward, their forms illusory, faces blurred, eyes hollow and confused, as if they had lost the lighthouse of their souls. Some ghosts lowered their heads, silently, as if immersed in endless sorrow; others emitted faint sobs, bodies trembling slightly, seemingly recalling the pain and regret of their lives.

Ghosts in various states.

Their forms vary.

But most are human-shaped.

Because those demon cultivators that haven’t initially transformed and the beasts on the Divine Beast Body Path have weak spiritual wisdom, they don’t need to cross the Naihe Bridge or drink Lady Meng’s Soup to enter reincarnation directly.

The ghosts were illusory, blankly looking around.

The long queue seemed endless.

On both sides of the queue were ghost messengers in official attire.

The ghost messengers looked calmly at these ghosts, shouting to drive them along.

And the long whips in their hands could land on those ghosts unwilling to turn around.

Their obsessions might have been strong enough to let them become vengeful spirits in the living world.

But this is the Netherworld, an already somewhat perfected Netherworld.

Not like the chaotic and disordered state when the Netherworld first opened.

"The Great Emperor established the Netherworld so you could reincarnate, it is a grand gift to you all."

"Do you know, when the Netherworld first opened, reincarnation was chaotic, and there was infinite killing and scattering of souls all over the Netherworld, happening every day."

"Rather than staying in this dark and sunless Netherworld, it’s better to return to your living world."

The ghost messenger sneered.

The man in white with a sword on his back looked bewildered, following in the queue.

The ghost messenger took an extra look at him.

The ghost messenger shook his head.

"No matter how powerful your cultivation was in life, once you enter the Netherworld, without Yama’s special pardon, your spiritual wisdom will be completely sealed."

"Except for when you drink Lady Meng’s Soup and recall the past life for a moment."

"Except for those with great power."

The ghost messenger suddenly looked up at the sky.

In the sky, there was a Flowing Light flashing by.

A powerful soul was escaping through the sky.

"Celestial Demon strong, what a pity..."

The Divine Soul of the Celestial Demon was terrifyingly powerful.

It seemed as if it could break through the sky and return once more to the living world.

Yet on the ground, sinister chains suddenly flew into the sky, deeply embedding into his Soul Body.

"Ah————"

The Celestial Demon’s soul began to wail.

"You cultivated by borrowing the Spiritual Qi of the world, strengthening yourselves, forming a mutual benefit with the world."

"But after death, your power naturally returns to heaven and earth."

The ghost messenger looked ancient, seemingly full of stories.

Another ghost messenger beside him suddenly took out a stick of incense from his sleeve.

The incense burned naturally, and a trace of fragrant air appeared.

The ghost messenger took a deep breath.

"Yin and Yang are separated."

"Even with offerings of incense, the rules cannot be broken."

"According to the Great Emperor’s decree, you can bring three sentences."

The ghost messenger gently tapped, falling on the forehead of the man with the sword.

Sparks of Spiritual Light appeared in the man’s eyes in an instant.

He looked incredulously around.

"The Netherworld after death..."

"I am already dead..."

"Three sentences..."

"The one who killed me, was Zhang, the third disciple of the Thousand Bird Sect..."

Before he finished speaking.

A whip already fell upon him.

"Do not disturb the cause and effect of the living world."

"This is a warning, if it happens again..."

The man in white groaned.

"Let them, avenge me."

"Take care of my sister."

"Let junior sister, forget me."

The man in white sighed.

Melting back into the crowd of ghosts.

The ghost messenger put away the incense stick.

Continued driving these ghosts.

Such scenes were happening throughout the entire Netherworld.

Yin and Yang cut off.

Even those great powers who could split mountains and rivers in life had only one result here.

Because their power belonged to their lifetime.

Once dead, the power naturally ceases.

The so-called Netherworld Reincarnation, is an embodiment of the Heavenly Dao Rules by cultivators with heaven and earth.

Even if some worlds have no Netherworld Reincarnation, they can still operate freely.