A hint of madness and coldness flashed in the young man's deep eyes, which he couldn't hide in time and was clearly seen by Wu Yue.
Yan Chiyu changed the subject, "I have a way to get into the underworld."
He pulled out a lightning bolt-shaped obsidian token.
"What's this?"
"Underworld Teleportation Stone".
"It wasn't there just now. You... stole it?"
When Wu Yue asked this question, Yan Chiyu smiled noncommittally: "How can you call it stealing what a demon slayer takes when exorcising demons? It's borrowing, making the most of what you have."
Wu Yue could hear the slight panting in his seemingly calm tone, and guessed that he had been injured in the battle just now, and the injury was not serious.
She reached for a few bottles of pills she had stored away years ago, only to discover something extremely serious. She had lost connection with her spatial dimension, seemingly after she entered the underworld.
"What's wrong?" Yan Chiyu noticed her strange expression and thought he had given himself away. So he added, as if to cover up his mistake, "It's really nothing. I took a elixir on the way here."
"That's good." Wu Yue replied calmly, but her hand moved naturally to grasp Yan Chiyu's wrist.
How could she not know whether he had taken the elixir or not? There wasn't a trace of the elixir's aura; his surroundings were like a disintegrating spiderweb, tangled and unstable. But she didn't intend to expose him. Having lost her connection with the space, she wondered if Yan Chiyu's strength had been weakened.
Wu Yue glanced at him again. Now that she was familiar with the darkness, she could see him more clearly, and her previous discomfort had long since dissipated.
Wu Yue: "Let's go."
Yan Chiyu channeled his spiritual energy into the teleportation stone, then suddenly remembered, "Where are your brother and the spirit beasts?" He was surrounded by demons; there was no way they could escape unscathed. Even Tie Zhu, he had only encountered halfway and hurriedly stuffed into his pocket.
“He was taken away by someone lurking in the shadows. That guy can be considered an enemy for now.” Wu Yue’s expression turned cold. This person was able to invade her consciousness, so his strength was not low, at least on par with hers, or even far superior.
"We're not familiar with the underworld, let's go find Mu Junyan first."
"Yes, Black and White Impermanence know us too, so things should be easier once we're underground."
A faint, ghostly light burst forth from the teleportation stone, enveloping the two of them.
Wu Yue suddenly remembered—was this person acquainted with Yama? Or was he someone even Yama didn't know, a potential danger to the underworld?
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I had heard the Black and White Impermanence mention that the teleportation stone usually teleports people to the stone tablet at the Bridge of Helplessness, which is the first sight that the deceased sees after entering the underworld.
Ghost messengers and the dead come and go, appearing frequently.
The only constant is Meng Po. When the time comes, she sits at the bridgehead, offering a bowl of Meng Po soup to guide the ghosts to forget their past lives and embark on a new journey into the world.
After Li Chuan left, it is unknown who will succeed him.
Wu Yue and Yan Chiyu swayed a few times before stepping onto solid ground. What they saw when they opened their eyes was not a horde of ghosts, but a vast expanse of gray mist formed from the River of Oblivion and the Weak Water. The thick fog enveloped the entire long bridge, and occasionally a shrill scream could be heard, followed by sighs, joy, relief, or anticipation.
Yan Chiyu gripped the hand of the person beside him tightly, "The ghostly aura of the underworld is extremely strong. Release Cuihua to protect you. Also, if you hear any wailing sounds, ignore them."
Wu Yue's brow twitched. She was a little slow to react to Yan Chiyu's words.
Is it just my imagination? I feel like someone is spying on me.
She regained her composure and replied, "Don't worry, I can do it." Having trained with Yan Chiyu so many times, although she still appeared afraid, she knew in her heart that her fear was gradually diminishing, however slight. Moreover, in the Realm of Perfection, she had witnessed that terrifying, dreamlike scene, and perhaps with the Great Witch before her as a comparison, she was silently less afraid.
Especially when a male ghost on the Bridge of Helplessness smiled at her, she found it quite cute.
A few steps away, a male ghost said to the newly appointed Meng Po, "Lady Meng Po! A beautiful female ghost has arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness!! You must go and see!"
"Hmm? How beautiful?"
Meng Po kept her head down, stirring the soup of forgetfulness, without looking up, and gave a casual reply.
"Well... the male ghosts couldn't even walk."
"Is the Bridge of Helplessness blocked?" Meng Po suddenly raised her head, revealing a handsome and refined face. Two strands of hair on her forehead fluttered in the wind, giving her a somewhat otherworldly and ethereal air. She seemed out of place here, like a banished immortal who had fallen into the abyss of the ten directions.
A male ghost muttered, "That's not the point... Ah, the point is that a beautiful woman has arrived!" Before he finished speaking, Meng Po had already stepped forward to clear the scene.
Looking at the vast sea of male ghosts, Wu Yue couldn't hold back any longer. "Why am I not happy about feeling like I'm a beautiful woman in the underworld?"
Yan Chiyu: "..." What a coincidence, he couldn't be happy in this situation either.
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