The Yellow Springs have no beginning and no end.
The self-destruction of the primordial spirit was incredibly powerful. Han Yunluo didn't know if Jiang Si was injured or where she had been swept away by the Yellow Spring Water.
She didn't linger and fret, nor did she rashly jump into the underworld; aside from being another missing person, she was of no use.
As the old man watched the Yellow Springs water gradually subside, a layer of ambiguous emotion surfaced in his eyes, which held the wisdom of thousands of years.
The commotion was so great that it even drew out the King of Hell.
As the King of Hell, his divine sense pervades most of the underworld. With a single sweep of his divine sense, he knows what has happened.
"Who would be so foolish as to self-destruct for no reason!"
He absolutely hated these people who would expose themselves without saying a word.
The last one to self-destruct destroyed the ladder!
This prevented him from even going up to report to his superiors, and despite serving as Yama, the King of Hell, for thousands of years, his position remained unchanged.
He also wanted to go up there and feel the ethereal atmosphere, instead of facing those disheveled, evil ghosts every day.
King Yama is very tired.
With a single step into thin air, he appeared at the scene of the crime and saw Han Yunluo, who was about to go and call for help.
"How could this happen?" he asked.
"I don't know either. She went down there not long before it exploded." Han Yunluo's expression was displeased.
The underworld is not like the mortal world; it is fraught with danger. Even if she manages to climb ashore, given her severe injuries, she might still become someone else's meal.
"This is utterly absurd!" King Yama couldn't help but curse. "Even I've been in the Yellow Springs for thousands of years and I don't dare to go down there easily. How dare you all go in alone? You're incredibly audacious!"
Han Yunluo's emotions were much more stable than Yan Jun's.
"Lord Yama, things have come to this point. The most urgent thing is to find a way to go down and bring her up."
King Yama took a deep breath. "You should understand that we are both caught in the cycle of cause and effect, and it's impossible for us to go down." Even if we did go down, we would only have to save one more person.
"Is there really no other way? I'm going to find my master!"
Yan Jun stopped him, "Don't look for your master anymore, he's been very busy lately."
"The only solution now is to ask the old ferryman for help."
Han Yunluo: "???"
The old man who was named: "..." He's just a boatman, not someone who does the job of rescuing people.
King Yama personally approached the old man, his attitude sincere: "Old sir, Master Jiang has made great contributions to the Underworld. Please lend her a hand."
The old man looked at Yama, his eyes revealing ancient wisdom: "Yama, you should know that if I go down to save her, I will be entangled in the karma of this world."
No one knows the old man's origins; all that is known is that he exists wherever there is the underworld.
For so many years, the old man has traveled alone through the underworld, like a witness, observing the changes in the world year after year in the netherworld.
Being merely an observer means remaining untainted by cause and effect, and thus having no fear of the underworld.
Han Yunluo wanted to speak, but couldn't get the words out.
He is a ferryman to the underworld; if one gets entangled in karma, falling into the underworld means there is no chance of ever turning back.
They can't be so selfish.
Just then, a sound came from afar.
"Ptooey, that's disgusting."
Everyone turned to look, only to see that Jiang Si's diving suit was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a blue Taoist robe, and her hair had grown to her waist.
It feels both strange and familiar.
Han Yunluo didn't care about anything else and hurriedly stepped forward, looking her up and down: "Are you alright?"
Jiang Si waved her hand, "I'm fine."
"Don't say anything yet, I'm going back to take a shower, I feel really disgusted."
She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. When she woke up, she found herself floating in the water. The rotten flesh of those wronged souls had fallen into the Yellow Springs. Some of them even floated up to her and swayed in front of her, almost being put into her mouth.
Feeling disgusted, she ran ashore as fast as she could.
Han Yunluo took her upstairs as quickly as possible.
Guan Qingchen was sparring with She Zhang in the courtyard.
They were both a little anxious, and worried that they couldn't help each other, so they started fighting in the yard to vent their anxiety.
Just as Guan Qingchen was about to lose, he saw Han Yunluo helping Jiang Si back.
The two immediately stopped and ran over.
Han Yunluo said, "Let's go wash up first."
After saying that, he went into the inner room.
Jiang Si was still injured, and her face was a little pale. She nodded but didn't say anything.
Han Yunluo's expression was calm, so nothing serious must have happened, and the two of them were relieved.
Guan Qingchen watched their retreating figures and said, "Why do I feel like there's something strange about Master?"
A hint of doubt flashed in She Zhang's eyes: "Something seems different?"
Suddenly, Guan Qingchen had a flash of inspiration and opened his eyes wide: "Hair!"
"Her hair has grown a lot!"
Jiang Si had long hair, but it only went past her shoulders. Now, it suddenly grew to her waist.
Her long, black hair hung down, and it didn't look fake at all.
He asked, "Does your underworld have this effect?" Like growing hair overnight, which would be so convenient that he wouldn't need to wear a wig next time he's filming a period drama.
She Zhang seemed to be still thinking about something. Upon hearing this, he said irritably, "You're the one from the underworld, your whole family is from the underworld."
Thanks to modern technology, soaking in a bubble bath with floating rose petals finally suppressed the nausea I felt from the Yellow Springs water.
Once she felt relieved, she was able to think about what had just happened.
When she fainted, she seemed to see an unusual light?
Jiang Si unconsciously rubbed her hair, lost in thought.
Who exactly is helping Xiang Zhiyi behind the scenes?
She knew beforehand that Xiang Zhiyi's death was not simple, but heaven—oh, she couldn't reach heaven—she searched the mortal realm and the underworld, but found not a trace of Xiang Zhiyi.
This indicates that Xiang Zhiyi was neither in the human world nor in the underworld at that time.
Where was she during that time?
And why? He was willing to self-destruct just now to drag her down with him.
She still remembered Xiang Zhiyi's hateful gaze.
Before this, she seemed unable to speak.
Everything has a reason. She can't speak, so we can't let her reveal any secrets, perhaps the secrets of the person behind it all.
It seems I still have to go to the underworld again.
She got up and washed herself clean. She looked up at the mirror, disbelief gradually appearing in her eyes. She leaned closer to look at her left collarbone, where there was a bright red mole, as red as blood.
Jiang Si rubbed it vigorously until the surrounding area turned red, but the red mole remained stubbornly there.
That's impossible!
She quickly turned around and saw a head of black hair that reached her waist.
Parting the hair, there was a phoenix totem poised to take flight.
Equally blood-red.
Jiang Si was so shocked that she stepped back and murmured, "Impossible, this is impossible."
This is her body.
Her body from her previous life.
She is now completely Jiang Si.
Jiang Si, the eldest disciple of Qingyun Temple on Tushen Mountain.
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