Heroic Souls Revealed as Sin Departed, Karma Blocks the River of Forgetfulness

There were also several heroic figures, dressed in military uniforms, with different expressions. Some were simple and honest, while others were dull and taciturn. They radiated a light, and deep within that light was a power that shook people's hearts.

However, the edges of these heroic spirits' radiance were entwined with a chilling aura, clearly the Nether Qi, caused by the entanglement of the Netherworld.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Yan secretly shook his head and activated the five Order to surround the area.

Of his five paths of Order —three of the Military School and two of the Confucianism —the offensive and defensive paths were acquired long ago, the two Confucianism paths came from the Lord Su statue, and the last one was a path that emerged from the Thunder Ocean after the new classics were completed. He mastered it and it could manifest Military School terrain and geography, which was truly miraculous.

With Military School strategists clearing the way and Confucianism offering reassurance, the wandering spirits were quickly calmed. Then, Old Kai's spirit came to life, stepped forward, and kowtowed to Qiu Yan, pleading, "My lord, please save my brother and all my comrades..."

When he died, his soul was also tainted by the Karmic Sin of the Netherworld, but Qiu Yan isolated and protected him, thus sparing him from suffering. However, he still knew in his heart that the "Northern Frontier Gazetteer" he and others had written could cause conflict. Although it was a treasured book of Military School strategy, it could not bring Order due to its inherent nature. Without the Dragon Court's determination, it could not be considered Human Path achievement, and thus he was tainted by Karmic Sin.

In fact, Qiu Yan's pursuit of the Tulang Tribe, in a simple sense, was just to fulfill a promise. From a personal perspective, Qiu Yan's killing of Bu Yichi was also partly due to the Tulang Tribe's attack on the Dingchang military camp. However, from a moral standpoint, it was to Rectifying Names Old Kai and the others, preventing them from leaving without a trace.

Now, the name of the Tulang Tribe has disappeared, its Fortune has shifted, Karma have been severed, thus allowing the spirits of heroes to manifest.

But apart from Old Kai, who recently entered the underworld, the other authors of the books had been in the underworld for a long time. They were not protected by Qiu Yan and were still suffering the torments of Karmic Sin in that Netherworld.

Old Kai's spirit sensed his brother's suffering in the Netherworld and could not remain silent. So he contacted the heroic spirits and sought help.

Qiu Yan reassured them, "Writing books for the country will ensure their lasting fame and prevent them from suffering any longer. Otherwise, why would I have gone through all this trouble in the past two months?"

The newly completed scroll was taken out and fluttered in the air. It flew straight out from the Northern Frontier, aligning with the Five Paths of Order. Dragon Qi, popular support, and Fortune gathered together, forming a unified whole that transformed into a seal. It landed among the heroic spirits, forcefully breaking through the Netherworld and entering them.

A gloomy world, Netherworld and demons.

Although the Netherworld also has light and people can see it, apart from the Yincao Underworld and the Domain of Law gods, almost all other places are uniformly gray, appearing monotonous and cold, making people feel chilled just by looking at them.

Hoo hoo hoo~~

A chilling wind howled, sweeping across much of the Netherworld. It could cloud the mind; once a soul entered it, it would become dazed and confused, losing its sense of Wandering Soul and becoming a wandering spirit. Only through countless fortuitous opportunity and the passage of time could it possibly regain its senses. Even lower-ranking deities could not withstand it.

Therefore, if a soul enters the underworld and wants peace, it must obey the laws of the Underworld, even if it means going through Knife Mountain and water. If it resists, it will be doomed to eternal damnation without the help of ghost messengers.

But in this vast and boundless land of the Netherworld, there is a place that is even more sinister. While other places are mostly gray and cold, this place seems to be shrouded in night, so dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face. It is icy cold, and even if a soul comes here, it seems to be frozen and solidified.

On the edge of that deep darkness, the sound of chains could be heard from time to time. Upon closer inspection, one could see shadows moving slowly. Their features were already blurred, like rotten apples, emitting a foul stench. Only the limbs that should be hands and feet could be vaguely seen, bound by iron chains.

Crunch! Crunch!

With each step these figures took, a strange friction sound was produced—the sound of flesh being pierced by a sharp weapon, a sharp sound of something cutting through bone.

It turned out that the ground was covered with sharp swords and knives; with every step, one's foot would be pierced, instantly drawing blood.

Even so, the crowd continued to move forward silently, enduring the darkness as if some terrifying thing was urging them to linger on the edge of this darkness and to advance deeper and deeper.

In the depths of darkness, screams echoed endlessly, along with the roars of ferocious beasts, the bubbling of boiling water, the sound of tumbling rocks, and the howling of flames...

wisps of Netherworld energy drifted everywhere, swirling above, blocking out the light and turning this place into a dark land. They also constantly monitored the souls of the sinful land, infiltrating them, solidifying their ethereal souls into flesh and blood, and then subjecting them to punishment for their Karmic Sin once again. Anyone who resisted, retreated, or fled could not escape the pursuit and punishment of these Netherworld energies.

Indeed, the aura of the Netherworld, though seemingly just air, actually possesses consciousness and is a kind of living being, unique to the Netherworld. It is a type of ghost messenger, and like everyone else, it experiences joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Watching others suffer is their source of amusement.

Crackling! Crackling!

Today, Kai Wu once again stood atop the mountain of Knife Mountain, his entire body already covered in blood. Even though he had endured countless torments, his ability to soar through the air remained unchanged despite the interference of the Netherworld Qi.

Because of the excruciating pain, his movements were slightly delayed, and immediately, Netherworld energy came over, transforming into whips that lashed his body with a series of crisp sounds, tearing his skin and flesh.

After years of torment, his body and mind had long since collapsed, turning into a shadow, but the feeling of flesh and blood had not dissipated, so each lash caused him even more pain.

Pain had long since washed away his resentment, indignation, and sense of injustice, leaving only numbness. Only occasionally, in the intervals between bouts of pain, would he recall his younger brother, and his emotions would be stirred.

"Hurry! Hurry! Don't look back!" A chilling, Netherworld aura enveloped them, urging them on before unleashing a torrent of vicious insults. "You lowly commoner! Sinfolk! You mere commoner, yet you dare to dream of serving your country! How utterly laughable!"

But these words no longer touched Kai Wu's heartstrings. He just mechanically took steps and, amidst the sharp voices, arrived at the edge of the cliff. Boiling water was roaring and churning below, and the scorching steam could burn the surface of the skin.

"Jump! Jump! You piece of trash! You're useless alive, and you'll only be condemned to eternal damnation in death!" The voice of the Netherworld Qi rang in my ears again.

Kai Wu didn't even bother to think about it anymore. He repeated the action he had done a thousand times before, took a step forward, and fell into the boiling water!

Over the years, he experienced this kind of torture countless times. The memory of having his entire skin peeled off by scalding boiling water, soaking his flesh and blood, was still painful to think about. But even so, he had to face it every time.

However, this time, just as Kai Wu was about to fall into the water, a ray of light pierced through layers of darkness, passed through patches of Netherworld energy, and came straight to him. The Netherworld energy along the way was shattered, causing them to wail in pain!

Swish!

With a flash of light, Kai Wu was enveloped in light, and a square seal descended, imprinting itself on the forehead of the dark figure.

Suddenly, a crack appeared on his forehead, from which radiance burst forth. Instantly, his Fortune flowed, enveloping his entire body and completely shattering and dispelling the darkness and filth, revealing the figure of a man, who was none other than Kai Wu in his previous life.

"This is..."

Kai Wu was startled, looked up at the seal, and then heard a voice coming from it—

"Loyal and courageous men should not suffer the humiliation of the Netherworld; their deeds should be publicized and Thought Projections by the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a heroic spirit appeared within the seal, accompanying the vast mountains and boundless Grasslands, and under the guidance of the five Order, landed on him!

Boom!

Radiance spread, and the Force of Order rippled outwards!

"The power of Human Path Order? Invading the Netherworld again?" The surrounding Netherworld energy was stirred up by this radiance and became even thinner, retreating dozens of feet before stabilizing slightly, and then panicked.

In the sky above the Netherworld, whirlpools rolled, the River of Forgetfulness twisted, and a gigantic hand reached out, about to grab down!

But immediately, countless Karmic Thread from the heavens and earth wrapped around it, forcefully blocking the giant hand!

"Hmm? Someone actually exploited a loophole in Karma and effect, using the excuse of compensating the Mortal Realm amnesty to bring the Human Path Order into the Netherworld!" A vast thought emanated from the River of Forgetfulness, revealing surprise. This doubt turned into a whirlwind, sweeping across most of the Netherworld, causing countless Wandering Soul to perish.

In a place on earth, amidst a raging, eerie wind, a seemingly frail Wandering Soul raised its hand and unleashed a sword light, creating a gap around itself. It sat cross-legged within the gap, chanting incantations as it recalled its past and its name.

On its soul, Karmic Thread also manifested, extending into the sky. The dense Karmic Thread in the sky crisscrossed and wrapped around the giant hand, slowly tightening it until it finally shattered, dissipating into wisps of black mist and disappearing without a trace.

"Good, Karma are indeed powerful! However, the Netherworld is still my territory! Even Karma cannot do whatever they want!" With this vast thought, the River of River of Forgetfulness surged and rushed into the depths of the sky. The surging layers of Karmic Thread revealed a huge spider phantom, appearing and disappearing, until it finally vanished.

On the land of sin, Kai Wu felt the changes in his body. His brother's experiences flashed through his mind, and a few tears welled up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away and clasped his hands in thanks to the seal in the air.

Then, the seal split off several beams of light, which landed in other parts of the deep, dark land, and several heroic spirits returned to their places, gathering together. Old Kai's soul was also enveloped and arrived in an instant.

These people were the brothers and comrades-in-arms that Old Kai mentioned. The Northern Frontier Gazetteer was actually created by everyone's joint efforts, but due to the Karmic Sin of entangled Karma and effects, they fell into the land of sin after death and suffered endless torment.

Now, Qiu Yan Rectifying Names, escaped the mire, regained his honor, and returned to the realm of heroic spirits. His radiant body, together with another, carries a piece of the Northern Frontier towards the River of Forgetfulness. Driven by the great power of heaven and earth, he falls into the Samsara, but the memories of this life remain in the River of Forgetfulness. (To be continued...)

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