Chapter 241: Bloodline Inheritance Exchanged for Two Hundred Thousand People

In an instant, the huge rock that had been pressing on someone's heart scattered in all directions as if it had been hit by the sea, eventually breaking into pieces on the ground and becoming scattered pebbles.

Meng Xi opened her beautiful eyes, her expression dazed and somewhat incredulous.

"So... it's not that I'm shameless, it's just that the world is unfair, so all sorts of insults are directed at me."

I am the progenitor of the dragon race. I gained the trust of my people by using my female form, and thus assumed that the outside world was the same.

But I forgot that if men and women were truly equal in this world, why would the Goddess Yao arrange a marriage for the little princess of the Shengfan clan? Shengfan Yanli could have easily taken charge of the Shengfan clan as a woman, either by taking a son-in-law or by adopting an heir. Why would she arrange a marriage with a man she had never even met?

It's laughable that Yao Shen, also a woman, was spared when the ten generals were converted, yet she, the only goddess among them, looked down on women, believing them to be weak.

Su Zhenzhen's judgment was also based on the story told by the "Meng Niang" in front of her.

After all, I wasn't involved, and I don't know the true story of this love triangle.

But prejudice against women is a natural part of this world, so it's not entirely against my conscience to comfort Meng Niang with these words.

As for the dragon girl, the little princess of the Saint and Mortal Clan, and the goddess Yao that Meng Niang mentioned...

Su Zhenzhen knew nothing about it and had no interest in investigating the stories of characters on a different timeline than herself.

"Sister, your soup... why haven't I forgotten it yet?"

This is the issue that Su Zhenzhen is most concerned about right now.

Meng Xi's expression finally returned to normal, still displaying the same stunningly beautiful demeanor she had when they first met.

"I forgot to tell you, the water in the River of Oblivion is mostly ineffective against you."

Su Zhenzhen: "..."

The beautiful woman's style of speaking and acting is likely different from that of ordinary people, so she tolerated it.

Su Zhenzhen turned her head and glanced at the River of Oblivion; the water was so murky that its color was impossible to discern.

Meng Po soup is water scooped directly from the river. Could it be that because of your mindset, it looked like a bowl of clear water, but in reality, the water inside was murky?

Thinking of this, Su Zhenzhen felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

What's the difference between this and drinking muddy water?

"vomit--"

Su Zhenzhen leaned against the boat and began to bend over to induce vomiting.

Seeing this, Meng Xi rarely showed a genuine smile, "The water of the River of Oblivion is formed by the convergence of countless wandering souls, not mud."

Su Zhenzhen felt even more nauseous after hearing this. Wasn't this like drinking a mouthful of dead water? It was worse than muddy water!

"vomit--"

Meng Xi tilted her head, revealing a rare hint of girlish charm.

"It's just a physical body; whatever you drink will eventually be excreted. Why make such a fuss?"

Su Zhenzhen paused in her vomiting motion; what she said seemed to make some sense.

"But isn't my ship only meant to carry the dead? If I get on board, will my body still be alive?"

Meng Xi looked at Su Zhenzhen as if she were an idiot, "Aren't the two hundred thousand bodies behind you perfectly fine?"

Su Zhenzhen glanced back, then looked at herself, and finally met Meng Xi's gaze. "So their souls died?"

"Otherwise what?" Meng Xi still looked at him like he was an idiot. "If your mortal body boards this ship, your soul will immediately leave your body and enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Su Zhenzhen's eyes lit up. "So they've already been reincarnated?"

That's wonderful. The conversion of 200,000 people is no easy task.

These people only boarded the ship because of me; otherwise, they could still be enjoying the simple pleasures of life.

"Alright, alright, it's time for you to go back."

After Meng Xi finished speaking, he sent out a gust of wind from his palm, which propelled the boat upstream.

Before Su Zhenzhen could react, she and the boat left the Netherworld.

The surrounding scenery was constantly changing and fragmented, making it impossible to piece together a complete picture.

By the time Su Zhenzhen could clearly see the actual object, she and 200,000 people had all arrived at the south bank of the Yangtze River.

Yunzhou has already begun arranging the relocation of 200,000 people.

The faces of the 200,000 people were filled with longing for a new life, mixed with a touch of nostalgia for their homeland, as they frequently looked back at the north bank of the Yangtze River—the place where they had lived for generations.

The trip to the Bridge of Helplessness just now felt like an illusion.

But Su Zhenzhen knew that everything she had just seen and heard was real, because her stomach was completely empty.

"Use yourself to ferry souls across; your own body is a boat that can carry ten thousand people."

Su Zhenzhen shrunk the giant ship and held it in her palm.

This ship might be able to carry living people, but the helmsman would have to pay a price, such as offering his own flesh and blood to the god of the underworld, and opening the door to convenience for 200,000 people.

Perhaps the wind by the river was a bit strong, blowing away the tears in Su Zhenzhen's eyes.

Her child, her child.

Su Zhenzhen reached out and touched her lower abdomen, where the person connected to her by blood once lived, her only relative in the world.

If Su Zhenzhen had known that the price of safely leading 200,000 people across the river would be the loss of her only child, would she still have done it?

Meng Xi is also thinking about this issue.

"The Soul Summoner clan is burdened with a destiny, and the clan has few offspring, and most of the offspring are girls. Su Zhenzhen's pregnancy this time was by chance. This is probably the only child in her life, and also the last inheritance of the Soul Summoner bloodline."

When the Spirit Gathering Ship sailed out of the River of Oblivion, a silver-haired woman appeared on the Bridge of Helplessness.

If Su Zhenzhen were still alive, she would find that this person looks remarkably like the boss of the Underworld Partners.

The silver-haired woman's beauty was no less than Meng Xi's, but she was too aloof and serene, so much so that everything in the world overlooked her appearance.

"The necromancer clan is indeed blessed with destiny; with just a few words, they have untied the knot in your heart."

Meng Xi smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes. "What the Divine Lord says is true."

The silver-haired woman suddenly sighed, "Meng Xi, do you still remember what the Winged Earth Heavenly Lord looked like?"

Meng Xi's smile froze on her face.

"Millions of years have passed, and you don't even remember what he looks like anymore. Do you love him? Do you hate him? It's just that your obsession hasn't faded."

The silver-haired woman's gaze, as serene as the moonlight, gently swept across Meng Xi's beautiful face, and her voice remained aloof and detached from worldly concerns.

“I have never advised you. Firstly, you are the kind of person who cannot listen to advice, and secondly, you are unwilling to let go of yourself. No matter how much effort others do, it will only make you resentful.”

Meng Xi's beautiful eyes filled with tears; a beauty's tears are truly unparalleled.

"Why? You are clearly tens of millions of years younger than me, so how can you see things so clearly?"

The silver-haired woman sighed again, "Letting go is also letting go of yourself."

"From now on, you should focus on making soup on the Bridge of Helplessness. The Winged Earth Heavenly Lord's primordial spirit has been destroyed, and the Yao Goddess has also returned to the world after my persuasion. There will be no more Dragon Girl Meng Xi in the world."