Killed the Evil Spirit.
They resumed their journey.
Jiang Qiao and Fang Xun walked along the bank of the River of Forgetfulness, heading upstream. The farther they went, the more foul and nauseating the river water became, making them want to vomit.
The riverbed gradually narrowed.
From roughly a kilometer wide at first, it gradually shrank to around five hundred meters.
On the river's surface.
Large numbers of venomous insects, snakes, and scorpions began to float up.
Rotting corpses.
They churned and writhed in the water, almost covering the entire river.
Such a scene.
Could not be seen downstream.
The farther downstream they went, the more turbulent the water became, with waves surging angrily and undercurrents crisscrossing everywhere. All the filth was swept to the bottom, and very little could surface.
But upstream, the current inexplicably became extremely slow.
So much so that all these messy things floated brazenly on the water.
The sight made people feel uncomfortable all over.
They were not lifeless objects. They kept approaching the bank.
They wanted to crawl ashore.
However, the water of the River of Forgetfulness possessed an invisible force that placed powerful restraints on them, preventing their bodies from truly leaving the river. At most, they could haul half their bodies onto the bank.
But soon, the current would carry them back into the river.
"If someone were standing on the bank."
"They might be dragged into the water by them."
"But even if they dragged someone in, they couldn't leave the River of Forgetfulness. It would merely mean that there was one more unlucky person in the river."
Fang Xun looked at the filth and said:
"For so many years."
"I've never heard of anyone managing to come back up after entering the river. Even a Half-God couldn't do it."
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