"The Kingdom of Kundu, formerly known as the Kingdom of Gushan, began as a war of annexation by nomadic peoples."

"It has been passed down for 800 years, and has experienced four changes of dynasties."

"It is under the management of the lower-level Goddess Hachikoji Temple. There are currently no practitioners in the royal family."

"The population is estimated at around 19 million, with an undocumented religious cult..."

Jiang Li took out the basic information of this country.

It looked like an ordinary mortal kingdom. It had not even been entangled in any feud with any immortal cultivation family, nor had it offended or saved any independent cultivator.

In the world of immortal cultivation where a person's power is enough to move mountains and fill the sea, the rise and fall of mortal kingdoms is actually very fast due to the preferences of the immortal cultivators.

If we include those who seized power and usurped the throne, this country has existed for eight hundred years, which is a good achievement.

However, with only eight hundred years of existence, this kingdom does not seem to be an orthodox heritage passed down from ancient times no matter how you look at it.

Why are their death cards different from others? From the basic intelligence, it can't be seen that this kingdom is special.

Jiang Li doesn't have the time to personally investigate a mortal kingdom for the time being.

He simply sent the order back to Chongshan League, asking Shenshan Jianyi and Baxing Temple to negotiate and take over the jurisdiction of the Kundu Kingdom first.

Then the stubborn stone hermit will conduct an investigation, and he will find out the secret even if he has to dig three feet into the ground.

At the same time, the Kundu Kingdom was also asked to produce a large number of death cards, which would be used in case of emergency.

Jiang Li took back the other 299,000 ghosts, and then followed the 1,000 summoned souls to continue exploring in a certain direction in the underworld illusion.

These ghosts were too slow, so Jiang Li had to do what he always did and make a larger compass and tie a part of it to the compass needle.

Using them as compasses, he followed their guidance, riding on the wooden dragon, speeding through this underworld fantasy.

In the desolate environment, the only scenery that can be considered is the lunar moon that never sets above your head.

From time to time, you can encounter groups of strange-looking ghosts.

There were starving ghosts with big bellies that kept stuffing stones into their stomachs.

There is a hanged ghost with a big tongue that keeps floating around.

There are many more miserable ghosts with missing limbs, but they were not like this before they died.

Instead, they live in the lower level of the ghost realm and are often exploited by powerful ghosts. These missing limbs may have been taken as protection fees.

Jiang Li walked and stopped along the way. If he saw a ghost he liked, he would put it into the coffin, and if he didn't like it, he would just ignore it.

A few days later, the wood dragon Likong was sitting in the illusion of the underworld, and it was unknown how far he had traveled.

Finally, under the guidance of a group of ghosts, I saw a dark place like an abyss.

The front seems to be the end of the world.

The land of the underworld fantasy comes to an abrupt end here. In front of a boundless cliff is endless darkness.

Jiang Li felt a tingling sensation in his spiritual sense and knew that the darkness was very dangerous.

This is probably one of the boundaries of this underworld fantasy world.

Jiang Li once released a lot of scout ghost soldiers to explore the underworld. As a result, many ghost soldiers who explored the edge of the environment accidentally broke into this darkness and eventually got lost in an unknown place.

He patted the Rayquaza under him to make it stop.

Jiang Li walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down. Even he was afraid of heights.

However, his eyes soon became strange, because there was not nothing on the cliff line at the border of this underworld fantasy.

Looking along the cliff line, I found a small thatched hut no more than thirty miles away.

Who has the leisure and elegance to build a toilet and pee at the end of the world? Jiang Li approached and found that this thatched hut actually looked even more simple than the toilets in the mortal world.

It was casually built with wooden frames and thatch, and the space inside was barely enough for a sitting adult.

There is no door or pit, it is more like a makeshift fishing house.

In front of the thatched hut was a vast expanse of nothingness in front of the cliff, as if that was the river where the owner of the hut was fishing.

Through the gap in the hut, you can see a person sitting inside.

This man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a tall figure, and was dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and carrying a peach wood sword on his back. The most important thing was that Jiang Li knew this man.

It was the Taoist Master Zhaixing, the descendant of Maoshan, who had come to Fengdu City once by accident before.

This contemporary heir of the ancient fairy mountain was highly valued and treated with courtesy by Jiang Li at that time.

On the first day they met, he gave the other person a spiritual fruit that would make everyone in the world fight for it, and a very important task.

Taoist Zhaixing was also grateful for Jiang Li's kindness, so he took the compass and began to explore this fragmented underworld illusion, looking for the path to the real underworld.

To fund his exploration, Jiang Li even used the branches of the Mu family's ancestor to make him a peach wood sword to replace his broken century-old peach wood sword.

This Taoist priest had left Fengdu City for some time and had not sent any news. I didn't expect to meet him here.

He walked forward and knocked on the thatched fishing shed. A thin layer of light curtain emerged, and Jiang Li's fingers knocked out circles of ripples.

This fishing shed looks simple, but in fact, among the thatched grasses, there are a large number of Maoshan talismans.

With this, he set up a sophisticated barrier with quite good defensive capabilities.

Jiang Li knocked a few more times, but the Taoist inside still had his brows lowered and did not respond at all.

There was no spiritual fluctuation from cultivation. The Taoist Zhaixing was not in seclusion. He was... using his soul to leave his body.

In such a dangerous place as the Netherworld, he actually dared to leave his body. The Taoist priest of Maoshan was indeed very brave and skilled.

Jiang Li looked at the Star-Picking Taoist's movements carefully again.

He was holding a seal with his left hand, and a thin hemp rope was tied on his right hand.

The other end of the hemp rope was hanging down to the cliff in front and extending to the end of the sight.

Could it be that the Taoist Primordial Spirit of Zhaixing jumped into the void of the underworld ahead?

At this moment, the hemp rope in Taoist Zhaixing's right hand began to shake violently as if it had been hooked by a fish.

In the darkness below the cliff, a bright flame ignited and burned rapidly along the hemp rope and spread back.

When the flame burned back to the right hand along the hemp rope, the soul immediately returned to its place, and the Taoist Zhaixing also seemed to have his hands burned and woke up instantly.

This hemp rope is one of the secret techniques of Maoshan magic, which can greatly increase the safety of the soul leaving the body.

Just now, Jiang Li touched the barrier of the hut, and his soul immediately returned to his body after receiving the alarm.

The Taoist Zhaixing instinctively drew out his peach wood sword.

After finding out that the person coming was Jiang Li, he breathed a sigh of relief, untied the barrier of the hut, and stood in front of Jiang Li.

"City Lord Jiang, I have failed in my mission! I have not yet found the entrance to the underworld."

"This place is dangerous. The edge of the illusion may change at any time. Why did the city lord come here in person?"

He was not annoyed by Jiang Li's interruption and bowed respectfully.

Then he saw the huge compass floating behind Jiang Li, with a large group of ghosts tied to the compass needle.

Taoist Zhaixing couldn't help but feel curious about this strange thing.

Jiang Li then told him the story of the Wrongful Death City from beginning to end, and also told him his simple and crude plan.

If the four from Dachongshan could be invited to come back, the Chongshan Alliance would have another earthly immortal swordsman in charge.

But this profession is professional.

Taoist Zhaixing pondered for a moment, then solemnly rejected the feasibility of Jiang Li's plan.

"City Lord Jiang, the illusion of the underworld is different from the real underworld."

"According to the records in our sect's books, without the permission of Yama, living people cannot directly set foot in the real underworld."

"Also, the weight of life makes it impossible for us to cross the distance of the underworld."

It is different from the wild ghost town like Fengdu City which is the descendant of the Human Emperor.

The rules of Yama's underworld are obviously a hundred times more stringent.

Without the back door opened by the official institution of Yama Underworld, living people would not be able to set foot there unless they became immortals.

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Even if you can see it, you can't touch it.

Following the advice of Taoist Zhaixing, Jiang Li also conducted an experiment himself.

He grabbed a ghost and a little demon from the coffin and threw them into the void of the underworld in front.

The ghost entered the void, as if it had lost gravity, floating around aimlessly in the darkness.

After being thrown out, the little winged Yunyan demon could only fall downwards no matter how it flapped its wings, and eventually disappeared into the endless darkness.

In the void of the underworld, there should be no gravity, no distinction between up and down, left and right, but under the influence of the so-called weight of life, the living will be dragged into the abyss.

"So, even if I find the City of the Dead, I can't step into it, and I can't even step on the land of the real underworld."

"If you want to get in there, you have to die anyway, right?"

Taoist Zhaixing nodded, he was also helpless about this.

It is obvious that in ancient times, for Maoshan, where there were people living above and below, it was very easy to go to the underworld.

"Now that reincarnation no longer exists in the underworld, if you want to set foot in the underworld, you can only use the oldest method recorded in the book."

Jiang Li was very depressed about this result.

Such harsh conditions undoubtedly make the plan of setting foot in the real underworld much more difficult.

Not to mention the Blood Prince of the City of the Dead who is currently threatening the Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world, just the mother plant of the Nine Netherwood, one of the ten innate spiritual roots, is something Jiang Li absolutely cannot give up.

Even if he risks dying once, he still has to go into the underworld.

Fortunately, there is actually a method to this process of “dying again”.

In the ancient times, at the earliest time, Yama and the underworld did not exist in the world.

At that time, if immortals and Buddhas wanted to go to the underworld, they had to take a dangerous road.

That is to climb over a mountain that separates the worlds of yin and yang.

The name of the mountain is Beiyin Mountain.

It is the extremely dangerous mountain that Jiang Li has been thinking about, the place where the Nine Nether Wood was born.

This mountain separates yin and yang. To turn from the yang world to the yin world is to die, and vice versa, to turn from the yin world back to the yang world is to live.

In other words, there is no need to commit suicide. As long as he climbs over that mountain, Jiang Li will become a dead person who can move normally in the underworld.

"In fact, I already have some ideas about the Beiyin Mountain, but I just lack a rope that is long enough."

Seeing that Jiang Li was depressed, Taoist Zhaixing stopped hiding anything and finally told him a good news.

"A long enough rope?"

Jiang Li was stunned and suddenly remembered the actions of the Taoist Zhaixing just now.

He pointed to the bottom of the cliff. Could it be that Beiyin Mountain was right there?

"City Lord Jiang, the underworld is a very magical place. It can always take you to where you should go."

The existence of the underworld is the home of billions of dead souls.

But unlike living people with brains, the vast majority of dead souls are beings without wisdom and reason.

How can they find where they should go in such a daze?

The answer is to just keep walking and walk wherever you want.

For example, the red spider lily and the forget-me-not grass will actively guide ghosts to Fengdu.

The City of the Dead will automatically attract the souls of the Dead who took away the Death Card.

The Yellow Springs Road and the Naihe Bridge will take the dead through all the processes of the underworld.

And in the underworld, the only place the living can go is the sunny side of the shady mountain.

Therefore, Taoist Zhaixing believed that as long as he kept sinking along with the "weight of life", he would be able to find Beiyin Mountain.

Jiang Li: ... It's well-reasoned and convincing, so I'll provide the rope and you can try it first.

He directly untied the dragon-prison chain around his waist and wrapped one end around the Taoist Master Zhaixing.

Theoretically, the Dragon Prison Chain can be extended infinitely. Coupled with Jiang Li, who theoretically possesses infinite spiritual energy, it is currently impossible to find a rope that is longer and stronger than this one.

The lifeless Dragon Prison Chain is not affected by gravity in the void of the underworld, so Jiang Li does not need to worry about its weight affecting the correct direction.

This time, the Taoist Zhaixing did not choose to leave his body, but instead jumped off the cliff.

A spiritual light appeared on the pitch-black iron chain, and with the sound of metal colliding, the Dragon Prison Chain, pulled by the Taoist Priest Zhaixing, extended into the depths of the darkness.

One thousand feet, two thousand feet, three thousand feet... Forty thousand feet, fifty thousand feet, sixty thousand feet...

After that, it was simply calculated in units of hundreds of miles.

As his spiritual energy was constantly being consumed, Jiang Li calmly planted a big tree in the back and then tied the Dragon Prison Chain to it.

He himself was lying under the tree, with his hand on the iron chain, continuously pouring large amounts of top-quality spiritual energy into it. He had never been stingy when it came to spiritual energy.

However, although Jiang Li looks relaxed, this must be a very long job.

In the world of immortal cultivation, the scale of distance has always been astonishing.

A mere hundred miles is probably less than one thousandth of the distance between the two pieces of underworld fragments.

After thinking about it, Jiang Li released another group of ghosts carrying death cards.

Throw them into the void ahead.

Sure enough, they were pulled by some force and began to fly towards a certain direction in the void.

According to Taoist Zhaixing, that place is most likely the location of the underworld fragments where the City of the Dead is located.

Jiang Li had left the seeds of spiritual roots on that group of ghosts in advance.

If this group of ghosts are lucky enough to reach that piece of underworld earth, the seeds that went there with them might be able to provide him with guidance.

(End of this chapter)