After Ding Ling finished dealing with these matters.
Seeing that Xi Shi and Nie Xiaoqian's complexions had improved somewhat, he continued deeper into the Underworld.
After passing the Yellow Springs Road, they could see the River of Oblivion.
The river water was murky, a bloody yellow color.
Lost souls and wandering ghosts drifted within it, while insects and snakes crawled everywhere. A foul wind assaulted their faces, making the sight quite horrifying.
When Ding Ling stepped onto the Bridge of Helplessness, the lost souls and wandering ghosts in the river all reached out toward him, staring at him with despair, helplessness, and longing as they wailed.
Ding Ling felt his heart tighten. With a sigh, he was about to leave.
But then he suddenly saw a familiar face.
His heart stirred. He focused and looked closely. Upon seeing it clearly,
he was also startled.
Ning Caichen was actually in the River of Oblivion.
Without thinking further, he condensed a Qi Luck Dragon and pointed forward. The Qi Luck Dragon coiled around Ning Caichen's body and pulled him upward!
It was like uprooting a willow tree. With a loud splash, Ning Caichen was pulled out whole.
Wrapped in the Qi Luck Dragon, he was carried onto the Bridge of Helplessness.
His entire body was drenched, his eyes vacant and his mouth wide open as he let out a shrill wail.
Yan Chixia also came over at this moment. Seeing this scene, his expression changed:
"Has this bookworm lost his soul?"
"He has lost one of his souls."
Zhi Qiu Yiye examined him closely and said:
"And it is the most important Fushi Spirit at that! Having lost it, he will lose his self-awareness and only act according to instinct. He will be unable to perform any other actions of his own