Falling into the Yellow Springs River, the Helplessness Bridge Returns to Its Place

Inside the main hall of the Martial Arts Manor.

"Feed this Sesame Cake to Zhang Fusheng."

The old woman brought over a steaming hot Sesame Cake, and as was customary, she gently lifted the curtain and respectfully bowed before the shrine.

The mantra is. "Homage to the Central Extreme Cult Master, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate."

Chen Shishan obediently followed suit and bowed down before the shrine.

He gazed at the newly erected small statue in the shrine and asked softly:

"Master, the previous statue wasn't this one."

Everything has changed.

The old woman stood up and gazed at the statue of the Central Extreme Cult Master. The statue's face was somewhat blurry because she hadn't clearly seen the appearance of that great being; she had only caught a fleeting glimpse of it.

She said softly:

"Of the three families guarding the tomb, the Yuan family is skilled in divination and fortune-telling, the Wei family is skilled in the art of killing and is one lineage of tomb guardians, while our Wu Family, though suppressed, is the most unique."

"We uphold the principle of [Spirit Perception]."

Chen Shishan seemed to understand, but not quite, and listened quietly.

The old woman continued:

"Our branch can see into the Nine Netherworlds and communicate with them. This is a position bestowed upon us by the Emperor, and I heard the Nine Netherworlds tell me this."

"The Lord of the Nine Nether is none other than the Central Extreme Cult Master."

She paused for a moment, then exhaled softly and continued:

"Alright, let's first send that young man outside underground to become a Thousand Ghosts ghost. We're almost there, almost Thousand Ghosts!"

Chen Shishan nodded emphatically and saw the old woman lower the curtain and lock the shrine again.

According to Master,

This ancestral hall of the Wu Family originated from the past; once inside, it stands independently within the Great Heaven and Earth).

He didn't understand what that meant.

All that is known is that those who die in the Martial Arts Manor will retain their complete souls.

What if Brother Zhang doesn't eat?

Chen Shishan held up the Sesame Cake and asked.

The old woman spoke indifferently:

"Then cripple him and force-feed him."

After pausing for a moment, she continued:

"Don't feel guilty. We've only met a few times. This person possesses innate-level cultivation, yet he hides his identity and harbors grand ambitions."

Chen Shishan nodded silently, holding the Sesame Cake, and was about to turn around and leave the room.

'Boom!!'

The earth suddenly shook violently, and a deafening roar echoed in the distance.

The old woman's expression changed. She led Chen Shishan through the door and out of the house. In the courtyard, the young man at the innate level stood quietly, gazing into the distance.

Chen Shishan and the others stared in horror as they saw a massive wave of dust and smoke rising thousands of meters into the air.

The earth, rocks, and dust formed a massive curtain, thousands of meters long and thousands of meters high!

There is something.

Something enormous crashed outside Chang'an Town.

Dragon's Roar suddenly rose from the horizon, followed by a flash of sword light.

The falling rocks and mud that were rolling towards Chang'an Town were all stopped outside the town by this sword light!

"Wei Busǐ"

The old woman's expression hardened slightly, and she whispered something.

Not far away, Zhang Fusheng quietly watched this breathtaking scene.

Whale-Penguin Ship.

Just now, the Whale-Penguin Ship soared through the air, but the instant it entered the territory of Chang'an Town, it suddenly stopped and crashed.

The Hundred-Mile Whale Roc crashed outside the town, stirring up a thick wave of earth that shook the sky—there should have been a massive earthquake that would have torn the entire Chang'an Town apart.

But the earthquake was abruptly stopped.

A moment ago,

Zhang Fusheng could clearly sense that, just before the earthquake struck, someone stomped their foot with perfect precision, exerting the same force as the earthquake, which then canceled each other out.

In other words, someone in Chang'an Town stopped the earthquake by stepping on it.

It's highly likely to be either Yuan Tiandao or Wei Busǐ.

This is somewhat terrifying; although I could also stop an earthquake...

However, the most likely solution is to sever the cause and effect of the earthquake, or to suppress it purely with divine will.

Can an earthquake be stopped simply by stepping on your feet?

Even if I possessed that kind of strength, I wouldn't be able to control it so precisely to perfectly counteract the earthquake.

What happened?

Chen Shishan murmured absentmindedly, staring at the sword light that still lingered in the sky and listening to the faint Dragon's Roar.

"A giant ship sailed in, and then crashed."

Zhang Fusheng spoke in a deep voice, turned his head, and took the Sesame Cake from the hands of the senile Chen Shishan.

With a single thought, one enters the realm of divinity, sitting serenely in the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Then, Heavenly Calculation.

A very auspicious sign.

Zhang Fusheng focused on himself and, under the astonished gazes of Chen Shishan and the old woman, quickly ate the sesame seed Sesame Cake.

"Dao Fruit good."

With his back to the towering curtain of mountain rocks and dust, he smiled and said:

Is there anything else?

After pausing for a moment, Zhang Fusheng exclaimed in admiration:

"I never imagined that Yin World Wood Marrow would taste so good. How did you come up with the idea of adding Yin World Wood Marrow Sesame Cake?"

A clear voice echoed in the courtyard, while outside, a commotion raged—screams, running sounds, and cries mingled together.

But the courtyard was deathly silent.

Chen Shishan took two steps back.

The old woman stared intently at the young man and spoke in a low voice:

"Do you know about Yin World Wood Marrow?"

"Yes, I know him."

Zhang Fusheng smiled and said:

"I've seen it before."

The Yin World Wood Marrow was originally extracted from Chen Nuanyu's mother.

This thing, in a sense, caused a lot of things.

It was precisely because of the strange illness caused by the Yin World Wood Marrow that Chen Nuanyu robbed the Chaimen, which led him to meet her and subsequently trade the Six Ding Divine Fire.

Then,

Zhang Fusheng only knew that this Yin World Wood Marrow was related to the Nine Netherworlds, but he didn't know its specific origin or uses.

Later, he used Yin World Wood Marrow to create a human body—which is now the gray and desolate color in Zhou Muneo's third eye between his eyebrows.

'Hiccup~'

He patted his stomach, let out a long-awaited burp, Zhang Fusheng said with a smile:

"It's just that this stuff seems indigestible. Once it entered my stomach, it started to take root and is spreading throughout my body. It's amazing."

The old woman's expression grew increasingly solemn. She raised her hand to shield Chen Shishan behind her, staring intently at Zhang Fusheng.

"Since you knew it contained Yin World Wood Marrow, you still dared to eat it? Just who are you?"

Zhang Fusheng smiled peacefully:

"I know a little about divination, and I predicted that this incident would be a close call, even with a hint of good fortune. Of course, the most important thing is..."

His limbs were beginning to turn ashen, and the grain of wood was appearing on his skin. His speech was also becoming increasingly fragmented.

"Of course, the most important thing is that I'm very curious. What exactly is the use of consuming this Yin World Wood Marrow? And what are you going to do with me?"

Actually, there's one more thing that Zhang Fusheng didn't mention.

The old woman was clearly plotting against me, but my intuition gave me no warning; I even felt a slight sense of familiarity.

This sense of affinity isn't intense, but it's genuine.

It's like walking in your neighborhood and a kitten running up to you, rubbing its head against your leg.

I wouldn't say I like it, but I certainly don't dislike it either; I feel a sense of affinity towards it.

That's very strange.

The old woman squinted, glanced at the billowing dust and rocks in the distance, and said coldly:

"You seem quite confident, but you should know that divination isn't always accurate."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head sluggishly; a faded, woody color had already crept up his neck.

"I'm a little different. At most, I can't calculate it correctly, but I won't make a mistake—at least not in such small matters."

How could a divination performed at an infinitely high position easily result in a 'miscalculation'?

The old woman stared intently at Zhang Fusheng, her face expressionless, then suddenly smiled:

"He's quite a remarkable person, but it's a pity he should stay there."

She gently raised her hand.

Zhang Fusheng looked around with difficulty and saw that one after another, little devils were crawling out of the muddy ground.

The little devils were one thing, but each one of them actually had four furnace flames on its head and possessed some kind of Cave Heaven!

They're all little devils at the innate level!

Zhang Fusheng was astonished.

As these little monsters laughed and pounced on him, their ghostly hands grabbed his ankles and dragged him forcefully into the mud!

He began to sink, and most of his body had become woody. The Yin World Wood Marrow he had ingested seemed to be different; the 'infection' was spreading very, very quickly.

The old woman gazed silently at the young man sinking into the ground:

"Once you enter the Yellow Springs, no matter how many abilities or supernatural Divine Ability you possess, it ends here."

"Down there... is the Yellow Springs?" Zhang Fusheng's voice was hoarse, but his eyes were bright.

At this moment, his entire body had become woody—except for his left eye.

The ashen color could never seep into his left eye.

The old woman did not answer, knowing the young man was doomed, and softly murmured:

"Boundless Netherworlds"

"Another Human Coffin has been added; all that's left is to find the Helplessness Bridge."

The old woman seemed somewhat dazed.

"On the day when Thousand Ghosts carry the bridge back to their places, the emperor will reappear in the mortal world."

Zhang Fusheng, now covered in wood, was both surprised and delighted. He was pulled completely into the mud, his vision went dark, and then he sank deeper and deeper.

Hundred meters, thousand meters.

Little demons laughed shrilly in his ears as he sank faster and faster, faintly hearing the sound of flowing water and the roar of a surging river.

The extreme darkness before my eyes dissipated.

He fell into a river.

An indescribable river, only a short section of which lies buried underground.

The river water exuded an extremely heavy Death Qi. Divine senses emanated from the only eye that had not turned to wood, but were instantly corroded away!

The river water was all blood, extremely filthy and foul, the turbid waves surging. Zhang Fusheng's left eye moved.

He saw one after another, like him, floating in the river, like 'wooden figures'!

It's all innate.

At a glance, this small section of the Yellow Springs River contains Human Coffin, raising nearly a thousand little ghosts.

Or rather, a born vengeful ghost.

"Change! Change!"

The vengeful ghosts shouted and laughed:

"Quickly become like us, then you can become ghost soldiers, enter the Nine Netherworlds, climb the bridge, and welcome the Emperor!"

"Change! Change!"

Hundreds of little demons stepped forward, emitting piercing laughs that seemed to cut to the soul, and stretched out their sharp claws, tearing wildly at Zhang Fusheng's body!

This made him feel as if he had returned to the time when he first entered Hong Ji Martial Arts Hall, and to the time when he first heard his master explain the Visualization Method.

At that moment, he was pulled into the illusion projected by the divine realm, and was devoured by countless eerie skeletons.

That's enough.

The 'Human Coffin' suddenly spoke, and a serene sun shone from behind its head.

The little demons wailed and screamed, frantically fleeing and burrowing into their respective Human Coffin.

Under the blazing sun, the Yellow Springs are temporarily illuminated; even the most filthy and turbid retreat. In this small section of the foul-smelling Yellow Springs River...

A refreshing stream has emerged!

The woody texture on Zhang Fusheng's body was also suppressed by the clear sun. He sat cross-legged on the clear river, looking around.

"A section of the Yellow Springs River that has been cut off"

He murmured, noticing that both sides of the river were covered in dark soil—but there were no Other Shore Flower.

He also saw,

On the corresponding locations on the shady soil on both sides, there are deep marks and indentations, from which flows a gray mist.

It's as if there was once a bridge connecting the two banks.

"I see. I see!"

Zhang Fusheng felt a tingling sensation on the back of his head, and suddenly it dawned on him!

No wonder.

No wonder the Nine Netherworlds were placed ten thousand years in the future, yet the Helplessness Bridge appeared in the present.

It's clear that someone has taken the section of the Yellow Springs River that carries the Helplessness Bridge, along with the Helplessness Bridge, and placed it in the Mortal World!

He could even guess that perhaps some event occurred countless years ago, causing the Helplessness Bridge, which stood on both sides of this Yin Land, to be lost.

Perhaps the Helplessness Bridge has been controlled by many people, but it eventually fell into the hands of Lin Yusheng, and then into his own hands!

"On the day when Thousand Ghosts carry the bridge back to their places, the emperor will reappear in the world," Zhang Fusheng thought of the old woman's words.

He stood up, the bright sunlight shining behind him. The little devils trembled in fear inside the Human Coffin, not daring to surface and report back.

They were unable to leave the Human Coffin at all.

The filthy and turbid Yellow Springs beneath Zhang Fusheng's feet transformed into a small stream of clear water.

Even the filth of the underworld seemed to fear the pure sunlight, and avoided the area around him.

Hesitate, ponder, and make a decision.

Zhang Fusheng reached out and gently lifted it.

An Ancient Bridge appeared and slowly descended.

It stands perfectly upright, situated on the yin earth on both sides of the Yellow Springs.

The gray mist that never dissipates over the Ancient Bridge

It rolled and rolled slowly.

Seem,

It's dissipating.