"But you almost destroyed the entire Soul River last time, how can I believe you..."

The old man's voice grew softer and softer until it could no longer be heard, showing how much he feared the person in front of him.

"Don't worry, I'm just like the other members of the Jiang family. I'm here to pay respects to my ancestors and for some opportunity," Jiang Yuan reassured him.

"That's good, that's good. This Soul River really can't withstand the torment of someone like you!" The old man's face was full of helplessness. He still vividly remembered the scene from last time. When the Reincarnation World of Death was activated, the Soul River almost collapsed.

"etc!"

Jiang Yuan pondered for a moment, then asked, "You just said that those reincarnated from the Grim Reaper can't live to the Divine Realm. Why is that?"

If that's the case, then his situation will be troublesome, because he's not far from the Divine Realm. If this really happens, he must prepare in advance.

"I'm not entirely sure about that either, but according to Emperor Jiang, it seems that when the God of Death reaches the God Realm, he will be sensed by a certain being, and this being is the God of Death's formidable enemy. So once he is sensed, he will be killed directly, and even a god cannot stop him! Moreover, the God of Death seems to die very easily; very few of them live to the Spirit Realm." The old man could only guess and speculate.

"Is that so?!"

Jiang Yuan's expression turned extremely ugly. This kind of thing cannot be ignored, because once is an accident, ten times is an accident, but it is obviously impossible for it to be an accident more than 90,000 times.

"Is there any way to break this?" Jiang Yuan asked desperately.

The old man gave a bitter smile and said, "Then you are really putting me in a difficult position. I am just a consciousness formed from the Soul River. How could I know about the grudges and entanglements of such beings!"

"Hoo!" Jiang Yuan took a deep breath. It seemed that this crisis was far more severe than that of the Companion God. Passing through the God Realm meant certain death. If he had arrived at the Soul River a few days later, he wouldn't even know how he died.

"However!" the old man suddenly changed his tone.

"But what?"

After hesitating, the old man continued, "However, I heard Emperor Jiang say that the solution might be found in the World Vein, but Emperor Jiang didn't specify how, for fear of getting involved in karma. After all, Emperor Jiang wouldn't dare offend such an existence."

"After going around in circles, I'm back to the world's pulse!" Jiang Yuan was frustrated. Everyone else's path to growth was just grinding monsters and leveling up, but he was incredibly unlucky. His opponents were either companion gods or the masterminds behind the battlefield.

"Also, Emperor Jiang mentioned that there are several treasures on the battlefield that were left over from other destroyed worlds. They are all top-tier world artifacts. If you take them with you, you might have a better chance of survival!"

After the old man finished speaking, he fell into reminiscence and thought for a few minutes before saying, "I remember that Jiang Tiandi's former close friend, the Goddess of Luck, had a set of artifacts that could increase your chances of survival."

"What a coincidence!" Jiang Yuan didn't smile; instead, he felt more helpless. The more coincidental things were, the more he felt that his identity as the reincarnation of the Grim Reaper was confirmed. Only a god would be so bored as to predict and interfere with the future. Clearly, he was the one being predicted and interfered with.

"Lord Death, that's all I know. Is there anything else?" the old man asked respectfully.

"You're not planning to send me away, are you?" Jiang Yuan was even more frustrated. You've been spouting a bunch of creepy things at me, and now you won't let me cultivate in the Soul River. There's no way I can persuade you to let me go.

"Lord Death, please spare Hunjiang. This is, after all, Emperor Jiang's life's work. How can you do this..."

Jiang Yuan interrupted him directly, saying, "Just tell me straight, can I absorb the soul power here?"

"You can inhale, but only a little bit!" The old man held up one finger, though in his heart he already wanted to send this guy scrambling off along Chenghua Avenue.

Jiang Yuan: "..."

"By the way, there's also a gift from Emperor Jiang Tian in the Soul River that can help you condense your natal magic weapon!" The old man quickly brought up Emperor Jiang Tian, ​​as if to say, "Even if you don't care about me, at least consider Emperor Jiang Tian's feelings."

"Gift?"

Jiang Yuan became interested and reached out to ask, "Okay, give me the gift, and I'll absorb some of your soul power if I feel comfortable!"

He dared not break through rashly before he was ready, otherwise the closer he got to the Divine Realm, the greater the threat he would face.

"Emperor Jiang Tian has placed the gift at the source of the Soul River, and you are welcome to take it yourself," the old man said with a wry smile.

"Where is the source of the Soul River?" Jiang Yuan glanced at the Soul River; he didn't have time to search slowly for its hundreds of miles-long course.

"Come with me!"