Mist's End (5)

Before he had figured certain things out, Li Yan would not be leaving this place for the time being. Besides, his injuries had yet to fully recover.

This time, the "Undying Nether Phoenix" blood essence had not saved his life again, but Li Yan already had his own explanation.

That expanse of white light he had been in should have been the final spatial barrier before entering the Lost Continent. They had been trapped within it.

At the time, his physical body had repeatedly collapsed, recovered, collapsed again, and recovered again. He could no longer remember how he had made it through.

But he was certain that, if the "Undying Nether Phoenix" blood essence had not erupted, the two of them would likely have died within that white-light barrier.

"So, it wasn't that the 'Undying Nether Phoenix' blood essence never erupted. Rather, by the time I finally came out, its power to reconstruct my body had probably been completely exhausted."

At this moment, Li Yan also recalled a scene that had seemed like a dream: himself standing alone atop a long bridge of flames.

There had been no legendary Road to Yellow Springs, no ox-headed or horse-faced wardens. It should not have been the underworld.

Could it be that the Undying Nether Phoenix clan's power to resist death was too formidable, granting them a special passage specifically meant to guide souls into the netherworld?

Otherwise, why had he appeared in the same place both times he had nearly perished? Only this time, the vortex formed from gray clouds and that savage ghostly face had not appeared in the sky.

"Nine Heavens of the Netherworld, one nirvana per heaven; cross the River of Yellow Springs, with an undying, indestructible will. What exactly does this mean? Why was I thrown straight off