Feng Guang's gaze shifted from the River of Oblivion. "I don't want to drink it. I'm just wondering, where does all this water come from? People go to be reincarnated in the underworld every day, won't this water ever run out?"
"Of course, the water of the River of Oblivion comes from the River of Oblivion," Meng Po explained to her. "Since Pangu created the world, the River of Oblivion has existed since the existence of the Underworld. The water of the River of Oblivion is inexhaustible, so how could it ever run out?"
Feng Guang exclaimed in surprise, "Is it really that amazing? Where is the River of Oblivion? Can I go and see it?"
"The River of Oblivion is just across this sea of red spider lilies. It's not far. Just follow the river straight and you'll see a lake. That lake is the River of Oblivion. Go there if you want." After saying this, Meng Po went back to her work. Looking at a female ghost who was crying again, she said, "What are you crying for? Drink the water of the River of Oblivion and I guarantee you'll stop crying!"
Feng Guang looked at the sea of blood-red flowers in the distance, slowly walked down the redwood bridge and into the flower sea. This was her third time entering this flower sea, and the surrounding scenery was no different from the first time she came. She suddenly thought of Naihe, the man who was called Naihe because he was an infant who appeared next to the Naihe Bridge. Meng Po said that Naihe was not a ghost messenger, nor was he a ghost, but this sea of flowers was his territory.
She didn't know if she would meet him, but she thought it best not to. She walked along the river flowing under the Bridge of Helplessness for an unknown amount of time. The red spider lilies in front of her became fewer and fewer. What she saw before her was a waterfall flowing down from the mountain. The water flowed into a lake, and the water in the lake flowed into the river, stretching into the sea of flowers.
The River of Oblivion is not a river, but a lake... The water in the lake is crystal clear, and the smooth, round stones at the bottom are clearly visible. There are no fish or shrimp or any other creatures in it, only water and stones at the bottom.
Feng Guang saw her reflection on the water. She squatted by the lake and stared blankly into space. A black butterfly flew around her and gradually brought her back to her senses. She had found it strange since her first visit here. Why were the butterflies in the underworld black and translucent, as if they were made of black crystal?
She had never asked, nor had Meng Po explained it to her. A sudden surge of curiosity led her to reach out her hand, and just as she was about to touch the butterfly's beautiful black wings, a cold hand grasped her wrist.
Feng Guang looked up and saw a man in black with white hair who had appeared out of nowhere.
Naihe said, "You must not touch the Ghost Butterfly."
"Why?"
"The red spider lily is irrigated with the tears of ghosts on the Bridge of Helplessness. Each red spider lily will give birth to a ghost butterfly. The ghost butterfly is the repository of their past life memories. When people's lifespan ends and they come to the underworld, their ghost butterfly will surround them. Once you encounter the ghost butterfly..." Naihe said slowly, "you will remember your past life."
Feng Guang's hand trembled, "Memories of my past life..."
"Thinking about your past life can easily make you lose your way between two lives, and you might even have an emotional breakdown."
"I used to have a recurring dream..."
After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "What dream?"
“There’s a dream about a woman who died because of a man,” Feng Guang said listlessly. “I’ve had this dream since I can remember, but I could never make out what the man and woman in the dream looked like. Then… then I met Yun Ji, and I stopped having this dream… But tell me, are the dreams I have related to things that happened in my past life?”
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