Every grain of sand beside the Soul River was also a wisp of a soul. The Soul River stretched far, with countless grains of yellow sand lining its banks.
On the bank, he heard the wails of countless souls. They were so terrifying that even he was somewhat moved.
Who knew how many living beings lay buried beneath this seemingly ordinary land? Even his Immortal King Primordial Spirit could not count them.
This was the bank of the Soul River, and also the end of the Path of Reincarnation.
Had the Soul River not flowed outward and contaminated the Myriad Heavens, he would have needed to follow the Path of Reincarnation to its end to reach this place.
This stretch of heaven and earth was exceptionally silent. Batch after batch of living beings came from unknown places, stepping stiffly like walking corpses. It was like the twilight of the gods, or as though they had heard a melody of deliverance that led all living beings down a road of no return.
They resembled a host of dead gods, a mass of unconscious creatures, all exuding dangerous auras. Their eyes were closed, yet two crimson trails of blood flowed from the corners of each pair.
At the same time, they smiled eerily, baring gleaming white teeth. The sight was chilling.
These beings poured in endlessly from every direction. All were creatures captured by the Soul River, and they shrank rapidly as they stepped into the Reincarnation Pool.
Moreover, their flesh instantly crumbled to ash and smoke. In that instant, it was as though an entire era had passed. Their lives were extinguished, leaving only soul light that followed the gridlike channels. Like moths flying into a flame, they entered reincarnation and became grains of soul sand in the Soul River.
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