Nie Wangya actually had a clue.
The two sisters' faces lit up with joy.
"Does the senior still remember the location?"
Nie Wangya naturally remembered.
Before the fragrance of the pills had even dissipated, the cultivators throughout the city saw the group of people hurrying towards a certain place with excited expressions.
The people in the city moved silently toward them.
a long time.
We finally stopped at an abandoned ferry crossing.
Something seems to have happened here; abandoned boats are moored at the ferry dock, covered in dust.
No one is walking around here.
But behind the four of them, countless cultivators watched from afar.
A large crowd arrived and stopped at the ferry crossing.
"Go away, don't go any further in. It's said that bad luck is coming from here, and anyone who gets close will have bad luck and get sick."
A dirty old man emerged from the dilapidated house, his back hunched over, carrying a broken bowl in his hands.
Song Siyao's expression softened. "We are cultivators, and we've come to find something."
The old man waved his hand, "Even cultivators can't get close. My child is a cultivator, and once he goes in... sigh, I won't let you in."
The old woman was overcome with grief when she spoke of her son.
It's likely that something unexpected happened to the child he was talking about.
Song Tingwan spoke softly, "You volunteered to stay here? Since this place is so terrifying, why don't you leave?"
Perhaps it was because the two sisters both had kind faces, and Xiahou Zhiwei looked like a simpleton, while Nie Wangya was dressed in similarly poor and tattered clothes, that the old woman sighed and suddenly felt a strong urge to confide in someone.
“My family didn’t live in this city before. My son had good physique and talent for cultivating immortality. He traveled around with his master since he was a child. When we passed through this place, my child and his master both perished here.”
“I don’t know what’s inside, but they said my child and his master barely managed to get out and then died bleeding from all seven orifices.”
"I am just an ordinary person. Even cultivators cannot successfully get out of here. It would be useless for me to go in. All I can do is stay here and persuade everyone who comes here out of curiosity to leave."
Because his child died here.
He didn't want to see other people's children die here for no reason.
A flicker of emotion crossed the eyes of the four people.
Nie Wangya sighed upon hearing this.
There are countless pitiful people in the world, which makes people sigh with sorrow.
Xiahou Zhiwei also looked reluctant.
“We are different, you can rest assured,” Song Siyao reassured her.
She didn't know how to tell an ordinary person that she had cultivation comparable to the Tribulation Transcending stage, nor did she know how to tell this old man her identity as the chosen one.
She could only try to gain the kind old man's approval with simple words.
The old man naturally didn't believe it. Many cultivators who went in back then said the same thing, but none of them came out alive.
The old man didn't speak, but just looked at her with an expression that said, "I'll just listen to your nonsense."
Song Tingwan laughed.
"My name is Song Tingwan. Because of my ability to bring the dead back to life, people respectfully call me the Goddess of Sleep. I wonder if you have heard of me, sir?"
The old man was shocked upon hearing this, and immediately tried to kneel down, saying, "Old Sun's child once told me that if my child could hold on to his last breath and find you, he might not have died."
Such a celestial being with the ability to bring the dead back to life deserves to be respectfully called a goddess.
These ordinary people revered the Sleeping Goddess as a deity.
They also envied the people of other cities who were blessed with good health by the goddess.
Song Tingwan quickly helped him up, preventing him from kneeling down.
“I identified myself only to prove that my sister and I had the ability to get in, but after hearing what you said, your child has been dead for many years and has not been able to retain any remains or consciousness, so I am powerless to help.”
She could clearly see the hope that ignited in the old man's eyes when she revealed her identity.
Unfortunately, she couldn't bring people back to life out of thin air.
The old man, still holding his rice bowl, nodded shakily, "I know, I know..."
People cannot be brought back to life after they die.
He knows...
The old man wiped away his tears and made way for the ferry crossing.
"Some people say that something from the sky destroyed this ferry crossing. It seems that the thing fell into the river. At that time, the people in the vicinity all suffered. Some fell ill and some died. So the city lord ordered that the river be blocked up. Now this ferry crossing is all stagnant water. You must be careful not to get your hands on the river water."
The old man gave him some instructions, still worried.
He had been guarding this place for many years, and some cultivators who wouldn't listen to advice had broken in, only to watch helplessly as those young and vibrant people never came out again.
He was very worried.
Song Tingwan nodded gently, "Thank you, sir, we've got it."
Then she looked at Xiahou Zhiwei and Nie Wangya, "You two stay here and guard the place. The situation inside is unknown. Don't let anyone else wander in by mistake."
Those cultivators who had been peeking out from afar could no longer hide.
Xiahou Zhiwei and Nie Wangya exchanged a glance. One of them had just recovered from illness, while the other was a novice. They both nodded in agreement.
The two sisters nodded goodbye to the old man and walked side by side toward the ferry.
It had been abandoned for many years, and thick dust covered the ground.
When I got to the ferry, the stagnant river was filled with the pungent stench of rotting flesh.
Song Siyao frowned as she looked at her, then suddenly pulled her older sister back quickly.
Suddenly, a gaping maw burst forth from the calm river surface, snapping at the spot where Song Tingwan had just been standing.
The dirty, smelly river water splashed everywhere. Song Tingwan frowned and covered her mouth. Song Siyao, who was standing in front of her, raised a spiritual energy shield.
"Look at this stagnant pool of water, there are even ferocious beasts hiding in it."
With her younger sister by her side, Song Tingwan was initially startled, but then frowned in surprise.
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