A deathly silent starry sky.

The Demon Lord carried a coffin on his back.

His disheveled red hair couldn't conceal the fierce anger in his heart.

The surrounding petals, like blood streaks, bloom into a bizarre floral scroll.

He seems to exist outside the starry sky, yet he is an inseparable part of the starry sky.

No one can take a dream away!

No one can take her away.

"Whoever comes will die!"

"I don't care who you are."

"Get out, get out, get out, all of you get out."

"Yimeng didn't die, she didn't die."

Muttering to himself came from his mouth, and his blood-red eyes looked around as if he were on guard against something.

There seemed to be creatures lurking in the shadows all around.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the starry sky.

The wind was light, but it carried a biting cold.

It was eerie, as if someone was crying out.

As the gust of cold wind blew, the coffin on the Demon Lord's back suddenly trembled.

"ah!"

The next second, a terrifying scream came from the coffin lid.

The blood-red petals sealing the coffin lid snapped off by the terrifying force within the coffin.

Snap—

The teeth-grinding sounds were incessant, as if some terrifying monster was about to emerge from the coffin.

"Get out!"

The Demon Lord flew into a rage, his red hair standing on end like a lion's mane.

The intertwined, blooming bright red flowers wove a net, as if to cover this starry sky.

As the flowers wrapped around it, the vibrations inside the coffin were suppressed.

Just then, a mysterious force tore a hole in the crimson net that shrouded the starry sky.

The cave is square, and black smoke swirls around it.

A door appeared eerily before the Demon Lord.

The coffin, which had been suppressed, suddenly stood upright, just like a long spear.

Thump—thump—thump—

The commotion inside the coffin grew louder and louder, and the Demon Lord, enraged, attacked.

The interwoven changes weave a dream that envelops that door.

With a soft pop, the dream woven by the red spider lily shattered.

This move is a killing blow, sacrificing the user's own strength to annihilate the enemy.

The Demon Lord only used it a few times in his life.

One time was to avenge his wife.

The rest was used on these wandering ghosts who were trying to take the wife away.

But these wandering ghosts and spirits are endless; they can always catch up.

Just when the Demon Lord thought this time would be like the previous times, the shattered illusion dissipated, and the gate stood there intact as ever.

Not only did it stand there, but the tightly closed door had also opened at some unknown time.

Splash—

The sound of flowing water could be heard.

The turbid river surged forth like raging waves.

This scene greatly surprised the Demon Lord.

He didn't know why, nor what purpose the strange river served, but he sensed danger.

escape!

Run away immediately.

The Demon Lord ran away carrying the coffin, with countless dream worlds woven from crimson flower stamens behind him.

These worlds are steaming and expanding, attempting to swallow the raging torrent.

But just like their existence, these things are ultimately just a dream.

Nevertheless, these blossoming worlds bought the Demon Lord some time.

Just when the Demon Lord thought he was about to escape, a small boat suddenly appeared on the crest of the tide.

The white paper boat looks like something a child would fold casually, yet it stands firm and unmoving in the raging waves.

Not only that, there was also a person standing at the bow of the ship.

The man, holding a bamboo pole, was rapidly approaching the Demon Lord.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, the dead soul enters the cycle of reincarnation."

"If you can't keep it, you'll only feel sorrow and regret. Don't make a mistake for yourself."

The faces of the people on the boat were unclear, but they were humming a little tune.

I can't say I'm happy, but I can't say I'm sad either. It's like I'm just going through the motions, or it's just part of a pre-arranged process.

The gates of hell open.

Emerging from the Yellow Springs.

Souls are ferryed aboard a white paper boat.

It was all true.

That ancient legend was actually true.

The dead souls all return to the cycle of reincarnation.

If that's the case, then does the legendary place of rebirth really exist?

The Demon Lord's eyes erupted with terrifying divine light.

At first, he only thought that those wandering ghosts were driven by people, and did not immediately associate them with the mysterious cycle of reincarnation.

After all, he was a dignified being of the Venerable level; if reincarnation truly existed, he couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

He always thought it was just a legend.

After repeatedly annihilating those wandering ghosts, he became even more convinced.

But now all of this is like a legend coming to life.

How could he not believe it?

Since the Gate of Hell, the Underworld, the White Paper Boat, and the Soul Ferryman exist, then the Land of Rebirth must also exist.

I can save my wife.

It definitely can.

“Soul Ferryman, I am willing to follow my wife into the Gate of Hell.”

The Demon Lord lowered his proud head.

Throughout his life, he never bowed his head.

But he was willing to do anything for his wife.

"The living must not enter the gates of hell."

The messenger on the white paper boat spoke in a hoarse voice.

He doesn't seem to mind communicating with people.

die!

Does dying mean I can be with my wife?

Let's go there together to be reborn... No, I can't die.

Suddenly, the Demon Lord regained consciousness.

If one dies, what difference is there between that and surrendering?

Without power, how could he ensure his wife's resurrection in the Land of the Dead?

The Demon Lord's pupils flashed with divine light once more, and the crimson flower carried his body as he crashed headlong into the Yellow Springs.

He did not back down, nor did he intend to.

Even if it means breaking through to the underworld, he will save his wife.

"Those who are devoted and those who suffer will eventually cease to be human."

On the white paper boat, the soul ferryman raised the bamboo pole in his hand, transforming it into a shadowy staff that blotted out the sky, sweeping towards the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord, who had once killed a powerful figure of the same level, was immediately at a disadvantage, and his defeat was inevitable.

The soul-ferryman swung his bamboo pole, one strike after another.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he looked up into the distance.

What day is it today? Why are people lining up to go to the underworld?

Although the soul ferryman had doubts, he still rowed the boat away into the distance.

As for the Demon Lord, he is naturally not a threat.

......

"ah!"

In the starry sky, screams gradually rose in intensity.

Gu once again recovered from its shattering.

He felt like he had been killed again and again.

If he hadn't become a chaotic dog, he probably would have died long ago.

The doctor's supposedly superior medical skills were utterly worthless; they were nothing but torture.

He finally understood how Gu Dao felt; no wonder that guy couldn't stop crying.

"Gu Dao, can't you be a man?"

Gu Daoshang could remain silent, so why are you acting like you're slaughtering a pig?

Li Fan pulled the twin swords out of the ancient path of flesh.

It's annoying to be interrupted while you're cutting something.

"How dare you say that? What pig could withstand being slaughtered like that by you?"

Gu Dao's mentality collapsed, and he no longer cared whether he was now at the mercy of others.

This is outrageous! Even if I'm not human, this is still unfair!

Besides, am I the same as Gu Daoneng?

Although Gu Dao's life was miserable, at least he only had to die once.

What about me?

You've cut me so many times already!

"Well, I was thinking you were way better than a pig!"

Li Fan shrank back, somewhat lacking confidence in his defense.