A World Worth Protecting

  A few years ago, in that Mingmeng, Ming Kunzi once stood in front of Wang Baole with gentle eyes, but with a stern face, he asked Wang Baole about cultivation.

   "Bao Le, my disciple of the Dark Sect, what shall I do after attracting the soul?"

"Master, after attracting the soul, you should draw the body face for the soul, determine the fate, lead the line of cause and effect, and then complete everything, then you can send it to the reincarnation smoothly and allow the heaven to review it. If it passes, then If it doesn’t pass, it means that my disciple of the Mingzong has not practiced enough."

   "Goodness."

  Wang Baole opened his eyes and watched the third world that appeared when he stepped into the gate of light. He looked at this place among the endless white clouds, which existed independently, the only thing in his eyes except the white clouds.

  That is a cliff.

  In front of the cliff, there is a case table.

  On the case table, there is a pen.

  That is the corpse face pen.

  Looking at all this, he thought of Ming Meng, remembering everything he had learned, and at the same time, he finally understood why the tomb of the Emperor Underworld was so strange.

   "That's because... this place is both a cemetery, a trial, and... inheritance."

   "So everything here is to verify, to evaluate, to choose, and to obtain disciples of the Hades inheritance."

  Wang Baole murmured softly, looking sideways at the Styx beside him, where there were countless souls, and stepped forward in silence, to the side of the cliff, and sat a few times before the case.

His eyes closed again, as if reminiscing and immersing, until after a while, Wang Baole opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and with a wave of his left hand, white clouds all around him came and merged into the Styx beside him. , Sank into the souls inside, and then... bursts of induction emerged in Wang Baole's mind, and he seemed to see faces.

After a while, Wang Baole raised his right hand and picked up the pen placed on the table. With a ray of soul light, he flew out of the Styx and floated in front of him. Wang Baole looked calm and serious, as if he had returned to the past. Zong Nei, on this soul light, began to outline.

  Draw corpse face.

  The face of the corpse is difficult to draw, and the difficulty is not to allow the slightest error. Because of a clerical error, what affects the soul's afterlife, an accident will affect the Dao Heart of oneself.

  Not to have selfishness, as the brothers back then, because of that selfishness, they went the wrong way in the future choice.

  Wang Baole didn’t know whether he could do it well, after all... he hadn’t painted the corpse face for a long time, and even his own path was contrary to the Mingzong.

   "But it is also a cause and effect." After Wang Baole shook his head and calmed himself down, he sketched out the soul in front of him with strokes. Gradually, his body appeared, his face appeared, and his gender gradually became established.

  During this process, his hands did not shake, even if he was a little strange, but his mentality was among the gods. This kind of transcendence seemed to make Wang Baole all over his body at this moment, exuding bursts of charm.

  This way is the way of heaven and the way of Mingzong.

With a sigh, outside this world, outside the vast river of Styx, it reverberates softly, but it can't reach anyone's heart or the minds of others. Only outside the river of Styx, in the heart of Chen Qingzi in the void, for a long time Do not leave.

   Chen Qingzi’s eyes can penetrate everything and see everything that happened in the tomb of the Emperor Underworld.

  He saw what happened before in that temple, Wang Baole's experience, which silenced him. He also saw that after Wang Baole left, everyone in the temple gradually regained consciousness and entered the next level.

  He also saw that on the first floor of the fallen tower, there were countless murderous intents around Wang Baole, and these murderous intents were enough to erase Wang Baole's soul.

  After Wang Baole’s worship, he gave up all resistance, revealed his heart, and showed his kindness, then those ghosts slowly disappeared.

  Similarly, he even saw the Mingzong monks who entered this first level after Wang Baole left. Most of them were selfish and died in them.

  Also in that second layer, Wang Baole's soul-attracting, and the corpse face in the third layer, all of these made Chen Qingzi's sigh echo again.

  Wang Baole, indeed, is the hope of the re-emergence of the Mingzong.

  Because no one can draw the soul of the Seven Kingdoms before or after him, he is one of the most, and no one can remain detached and unaffected like him, silently painting the corpse face.

  But...the deviation is different.

  So all of this, only a sigh, until his eyes were deeper, and he saw two figures in the lower layers, moving forward with difficulty.

  One male and one female.

The female is the quasi Mingzi who hides his strength outside, and the male is another quasi Mingzi who is unassuming and has no sense of existence. These two are together at this moment, and their figures seem to be in Chenqingzi’s eyes. Slowly merge.

"The method of banning Yin and Yang, turning one into the main road, I don't want to be a candidate, so do I want to fight more, but I still lack a piece of... luck." Chen Qingzi stared for a moment, retracted his gaze, and looked at... The deepest part of the tomb.

  There is a coffin, beside the coffin, there is a figure sitting cross-legged.

This figure is vague, but it has a vicissitudes of life, with the meaning of endless years, permeating this last layer, it seems that Chen Qingzi's gaze can be detected, this figure raised its head, opened its eyes, and separated the cemetery. Facing Styx, facing Chen Qingzi.

  "Master...I want the remains of the Underworld Emperor, you don't give it, then if the younger brother goes, will you...will you give it?" Chen Qingzi lowered his head and murmured softly.

  This figure is the person who guards the tomb, and is also... his master, and also Wang Baole’s master of the dark.

  His name is...Ming Kunzi!

  Time passed, Wang Baole did not care how long it had passed, nor did he consider whether anyone was observing himself, or even ignored them. After him, the same people who entered the third layer.

  He didn't even think about why, after he entered this third level, people still have souls around him, after all, he was regarded as attracting souls from the seven kingdoms of the upper level of the soul world.

  These are not important.

No matter whether it is the second level or not, the soul world is endless, no matter who comes from this place, after seeing him one by one, they all show a sense of vigilance. No matter it is the appearance of the coming people, the surrounding white clouds have appeared again. The cliffs could not arouse his attention.

  At this moment, Wang Baole has only the corpse face in front of him.

He stroke by stroke until he outlines all the souls according to the sentiment that appears in his mind, until the river Styx disappears around him. These souls painted with the corpse face of him form dots of light around him. Around him, his whole person was radiant at this moment.

   More sacred intentions surfaced in it, making the eyes of those who come around them complicated.

  At this time, Wang Baole's mind slowly recovered.

"Next, I will decide my destiny." Muttered, in front of Wang Baole, the light gate appeared on its own. He stood up and walked away, bringing all the new souls around him that no longer possessed dead spirits, but had vitality. , Step in together.

  From beginning to end, he didn't even look around him.

  He just feels that he has two eyes, one on the top and the other on the bottom, both staring at himself. The one above can understand who it is, but the one below...he doesn't know.

But he could feel that as he walked layer by layer, the call, the kind of traction, became more and more clear and faint. After entering the light and entering the next layer, his heart was more Kind and familiar.