Wei Jiao examined the stone house carefully again, memorizing all the details, before leaving with Qing Ye.
In the future, we will also create a Qinghai Lake in the Azure Sky, and build a house like this on the lakeside.
Led by the spirit messenger, the lotus beads concealed Wei Jiao's life force, and suddenly the world turned pitch black. After his eyes adjusted, he discovered a fluorescent glow under his feet, forming a winding path.
"You may see many scenes from your past experiences. Don't get caught up in them. If you get lost in the underworld, no one can save you."
Qingye changed into a cold, expressionless appearance, with a white face and black clothes, holding a lantern to lead the way, which made Wei Jiao realize that it was indeed a ghost messenger.
The lotus seed transformed into a glass bead, which wrapped around Wei Zi's wrist, while its original form returned to Biyuntian for cultivation.
Wei Jiao took his first step on the road to the underworld.
Countless scenes appeared on the surrounding dark screen.
She walked step by step, looking at her past memories.
She lived peacefully and freely for over 1,200 years. Her earliest memories were all of small things that happened on Qinghai Lake. She looked at her young self, at her doting father and mother, at the group of little followers behind her, and then she slowly grew up...
If she could exchange everything she has for a peaceful life for her family, she would give up everything she cherishes without hesitation.
"My darling, my darling, come here, come to your mother!"
"My dear, stop being naughty and come back to cultivate properly."
The appearance of his parents left Wei Jiao in a daze for a moment.
As soon as she reached out her hand, the scene changed, and a handsome young man dressed in brocade robes appeared in the picture.
Shuoyuan...
Thinking of Shuoyuan, the innocent woman who died in front of her, and his request to renounce his immortal status and enter reincarnation, she must have walked this path as well.
What was he thinking at that time?
The scenes kept changing, but Wei Jiao was no longer immersed in the illusion.
Even Wei Jiao herself didn't expect that she would break free from her illusions so easily.
Her past fears, anxieties, and grudges might get out of control if they were to resurface before her now.
But when she actually faced it, her emotions didn't fluctuate much. If she had to describe it, Wei Jiao felt that her heart was enveloped in love, and no harm could penetrate it. She could use powerful love to resist these harms.
This love comes from her parents, from this world. She is loved by this world, and she loves this world in return.
She no longer harbored hatred.
"I didn't expect you to be so calm."
Qingye said, "I thought if you lost control and something happened to you, that bead would be mine."
"If you come and try to steal it now, you might still succeed."
Wei Jiao remained calm.
Qingye shook her head: "What would I need an empty world for?"
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There have been five Hades in the history of the underworld.
Three thousand years have passed since the disappearance of the fifth Hades, and the Underworld has been in a state of being without a master. However, the foundation laid in the past was not too bad, and at least the order of the Underworld has not been greatly disrupted. The official organization of the Underworld, namely the Netherworld, is still operating in an orderly manner.
"After entering the underworld and walking the Yellow Springs Road, you will encounter the River of Oblivion. The tokens of the underworld officials can summon the Bridge of Helplessness. Those who enter without a token can only find the ferryman. Believe me, you don't want to deal with that old man."
Qingye said, "Stay close to me, or you'll be dragged to the bottom of the river by countless water ghosts in an instant."
"Hey, Xiao Qingzi, you're spreading rumors about this old man again!"
An old man rowing a boat suddenly appeared by the bridge.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken ill of ghosts behind their backs."
Qingye took out a few seashells from her sleeve and tossed them over, saying, "Look, I brought these especially for you; they even have the scent of the sea!"
"That's more like it."
The ferryman didn't pick and choose; he took a handful, looked at it, and thought it was good enough, then smiled and had his men row the boat away.
"The affairs of ghosts are all managed by the Underworld, which is located in Fengdu, the largest ghost capital in the Underworld. Actually, you'll find out if you spend a long time in the Underworld. It's quite interesting here. When we pass through the Gates of Hell, you just follow behind me and don't say a word. There are some troublesome little ghosts there."
Qingye seemed to be walking slowly with the lantern in his hand, but in reality, this soul-guiding lantern had the effect of shrinking the distance to an inch, so they quickly saw the Gate of Hell.
Even though we were still quite far away, we could hear a piercing noise, a real-life version of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
"There is a kind of incense called 'Bewitching Incense' among the underworld messengers. They write the eight characters of the soul on it, and when the soul's lifespan is up, they light the incense next to it. The soul will unknowingly follow the underworld messengers. However, once they pass through the Gates of Hell, they will be nourished by the yin energy of the underworld and will wake up. They will then be unable to accept reality. Therefore, the Gates of Hell are often very chaotic. Beyond the Gates of Hell is the Path of Wailing Ghosts. After passing through it, one can enter Fengdu through the city gate."
Wei Jiao nodded in understanding.
The building was indeed magnificent, but it looked somewhat dilapidated over the years, much like a city gate tower in the human world, but the guardians were dwarf goblins who looked like dwarfs.
More and more spirits came and went near the entrance, including a few underworld messengers who had returned from the human world, each with one or more spirits bound in chains.
Qingye and Wei Jiao slowed down and lined up to enter the city.
"These green dwarfs are getting more and more outrageous. They won't stop until they get something in return. Ordinary spirits and ghosts are one thing, but we underworld officials are officials after all. We're here on official business. Even if we don't get anything, they still have to make things difficult for us. That's why there are often long queues here."
"Doesn't the underworld care?" Wei Jiao looked ahead.
“Alas, their race is the most suitable demon to guard the city. They have been guarding the Gate of Hell since the time of the second King of the Underworld, so they cannot be replaced.” It then pointed to the city gate and introduced it to Wei Jiao: “Don’t look at this dilapidated state. No matter where you are, gods and demons have come from, this place has never been conquered. In the several major upheavals, this race also suffered heavy losses, so now the Underworld turns a blind eye to them.”
"Do you have anything you can give them?"
"Don't worry, it's prepared."
Wei Jiao then looked at the dwarf demons with somewhat ugly faces. Their eyes were unusually large, but their mouths were very small. He wondered how they managed to defend themselves against the demons that invaded the underworld, given their small size.
Living under such conditions year after year, it's understandable that some minor health problems might arise.
She was in a calm mood, so she didn't take these little things to heart and just kept moving forward at a snail's pace with the group.
It's unclear how long they waited, but they finally arrived at Qingye's place. Qingye reached into his sleeve and rummaged around, pulling out a few stones and handing them over.
"Qingye, even if we know you're poor, you can't just fool us like this. What's the point of these few stones?"
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