Volume 2, Chapter 176: Descending into the Underworld.

A meteor streaked across the starry sky with a blue tail of light.

Looking up, the starry sky stretches for thousands of miles, like a long and wide river.

Looking down, there is a circle of ripples like water waves under my feet.

Weird and strange.

In the reflection, there was a figure. He was staring at him, and he was also staring at him.

Ye Tingmu swallowed subconsciously.

And then take a step forward.

There was a sound of "dong..."

Ripples spread out in all directions.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ye Tingmu is now traveling in the sea of stars.

The power that imprisoned him disappeared at some point.

He strode forward, crossing one sea of stars after another.

Like a whale wandering in the starry sky, it is moving at an incredibly fast speed.

In front of him, there was a light, eye-catching and dazzling.

Its existence is different from the surrounding sea of stars.

It is very special, but Ye Tingmu can't tell what is special about it.

He only felt that the light was calling him.

Jian Wushu once said, when you see a beam of light that gives you a different feeling among thousands of lights, you will jump into it.

That is the path to reincarnation.

Naturally, he did not hesitate.

A long wandering, without night or day.

He couldn't remember how long he had been wandering here.

Three days, or ten days, or even a month.

God knows.

The sea of stars around him ran past him.

The beam of light was getting closer and closer to him.

It's getting more and more dazzling.

He stretched out his hand to block the glaring light.

Then he gritted his teeth and continued forward.

Until the time is near.

The daylight emitted by that light had completely swallowed up Ye Tingmu.

Without any hesitation, he jumped into the light.

White.

Endless white.

Close to nothingness.

He stopped.

Suddenly I felt the sound of wind whistling in my ears.

A howling gale rushed down over my head, and the feeling of weightlessness came over me in vain.

Ye Tingmu knew that he was falling, and at a very fast speed.

The surrounding scenery is still white.

The whistling sound in my ears was like the roar of an animal.

I don’t know when.

A chill came over me.

The daylight began to fade before his eyes.

“Buzz!!”

"Weng hum!!!"

The scene changed.

The surroundings changed color.

It was no longer the white nothingness just now.

Although the light is a little dim, it is still bright.

The sound of the wind in my ears still exists.

He lowered his head and looked downward.

Ten thousand meters high.

He was falling madly.

He tried to use his spiritual power to make himself fly, but it was in vain.

He reached for the storage bag at his waist again.

Want to take out the flying talisman.

But I always feel lonely.

He was speechless and rolled his eyes.

Whispering softly.

"Now it's fun."

His soul and body separated and entered reincarnation.

I didn't bring anything.

To be precise, you can't take them with you, they're all left in the human world.

Including Sun Tzu's Art of War, including the Flute of Rebirth, including everything.

As a soul body.

There is no cultivation at all at this moment.

In the words of Jian Wu Shu.

Only souls without energy fluctuations will not be detected by the laws of the reincarnation path.

Therefore, it can arrive in three days without any risk.

More than ten seconds passed.

Ye Tingmu fell to the ground.

There was a "bang..." sound.

Smoke and dust rose from the ground.

He only felt a huge force sweeping through his body.

But I didn't feel any pain at all.

"Oh my god, it doesn't hurt?"

He muttered something and then stood up.

Slowly crawled out of the pit that was more than one meter deep.

But his eyes were full of confusion.

He said to himself: "That's not right, am I not a ghost?"

He wasn't surprised that he couldn't feel pain.

What's strange is how he could make such a big hole.

The soul body should be weightless.

Then there can only be one explanation.

That means I am afraid I have already reached the underworld.

And in the underworld, the laws of heaven and earth change accordingly.

Therefore, the mass of the soul body can create a hole.

He thought that this should be related to the so-called gravitational force.

As expected, as long as we exist in the same universe, the basic common sense is the same.

The so-called science and cultivation should both fall within the category of science.

One is to use external forces to achieve things that intelligent creatures cannot do, and the other is to rely on constantly stimulating one's own potential to become a god.

But in the final analysis, whether it is modern technology, martial arts from the lower world, or immortal arts from the upper world.

The essential difference between the three is the different ways of using material energy.

He thought that was the way it should be.

Science is the exploration of the unknown.

The same goes for spiritual practice.

No one knows what will happen in the future, and you don’t know when you will be able to break through.

But Ye Tingmu, who had the system before, was different. He was above the three.

He can calculate exactly when he will break through.

You can also know the realm after the breakthrough, and you will definitely be able to comprehend a sword move.

He didn't think much about it. These things were meaningless to him for the time being.

No matter which world you live in, you just need to live according to the rules of that world.

He emerged from the dust.

“Cough cough cough!!”

Then a strange picture came into view.

The sky was a gloomy grey.

There is no sunshine, and for the same reason there is no moonlight.

On the earth, there is a yellowish void in the invisible front.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast desert of yellow sand.

It seems endless.

There is no sign of life.

There are only uneven sand dunes and handfuls of yellow sand.

He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of gravel.

Then let it go.

The yellow sand fell straight to the ground, without a drop of it scattering.

There is no wind here.

But I felt a chill to the bone.

But this coldness did not come from the appearance of his soul.

But it came from Ye Tingmu's heart.

He was almost certain that this was the so-called underworld.

Now that we are in the underworld, we need to find the road to the burial ground.

But this place is so big, where can I find it?

Looking around, Ye Tingmu was confused.

He didn't even know which way to go now.

He had a sad face.

Shaked his head.

He squatted on the ground, touched his chin, and began to think.

"Fuck you, Lao Jian, you are such a jerk, at least give me a map."

He stayed there for several minutes before getting up.

His eyes became a little solemn.

"Never mind, just go anywhere. It's better than waiting to die."

He remembered that he had heard this sentence.

When in doubt, ask the spring breeze.

What to do if there is no spring breeze? Follow your heart.

"I'll go this way."

He chose a direction.

Want to move forward.

I don't know the direction anyway.

If it doesn’t work, just turn around.

He started running.

Time is precious to someone like him.

The road is long and arduous, but I will search for my goal up and down.

There are no roads in this world, but when more ghosts walk by, a road appears.

Then, a figure began to gallop across the yellow sand desert.

There is no night or day here.

He also felt neither hunger nor sleepiness.

There is only endless yellow sand and endless running.

This is the second challenge he needs to face.

In the desert, find the gate of hell, the door to reincarnation.