The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

The River of Forgetfulness is a large river flowing in the underworld. It is unknown where it flows from and where it is going. It seems to have been maintaining this endless journey for countless years. The water of the Forgotten River is turbid and dark yellow, vast and heavy. At first glance, it only makes people feel tired and tired, as if as long as they step into the Forgotten River, they will be eroded by the fatigue floating in the water.

On the bank of the vast and turbulent River of Forgetfulness, Xuan Yuan's figure seemed to be quickly sketched out from scratch by a non-existent person. In front of this vast river that was rushing forward all the time, he appeared. Come out of body shape. Almost from the first moment he appeared here, Xuan Yuan noticed that the world he was in now was of a higher level than the world he had been to before, both in terms of the laws and spiritual power of this world.

His brows furrowed slightly, and Xuan Yuan exclaimed: "The laws of this world are very high." It is indeed stronger than the high-level western fantasy world back then. The rules of heaven in this world seem to be more stringent, which makes Xuan Yuan quite afraid. "And the concentration of spiritual energy in this world is also very strong. It seems that the number of strong people in this world will not be small."

This realization made Xuan Yuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips with a wanton and frivolous smile. There are strong people, and there are quite a lot of them? That's a good thing! Speaking of which, Xuan Yuan has not encountered an opponent who can face him head-on or fight with him for a long time. The Broken Sky Sword may not have been unsheathed for a long time. Xuan Yuan has had enough of this kind of invincible loneliness of a master and does not want to continue to taste it. .

Because the laws and laws of heaven in this world of mythical immortals are very strong, it is not suitable for Xuan Yuan to continue to walk in this world purely with his soul. Therefore, after Xuanyuan pondered for a while, he took away the body that had been hidden in his soul. came out, and his soul sank directly into his own body.

When Xuan Yuan's soul returned to his body, the huge power in his soul that had become stronger after tempering and the spiritual power in his body's dantian suddenly converged. The two forces collided with each other, leading Xuan Yuan to break through the barriers one after another that he had deliberately suppressed. His cultivation and strength were once again improved, and he entered a higher level.

At this time, Xuan Yuan's whole aura suddenly surged, and his strength was greatly improved compared to when he existed only as a soul. If he always appeared in front of the Lord God in this posture, I'm afraid the Lord God would not be so confident that he was even half as powerful as Xuan Yuan.

It wasn't until his soul and body blended perfectly once again and became one, that Xuan Yuan opened his eyes and had time to take a look at where he was now. He didn't come to this world by tearing apart the space barrier on his own. It was Wangchuan beside him who actively released his power to bring Xuanyuan over, so he himself didn't know where he was being pulled by Wangchuan and where he ended up. .

Looking up and looking around, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Looking along the Forgotten River rushing forward, he saw a majestic and tall gate standing not far ahead. This gate was made entirely of jet black jade. The door exudes a cold, dead air of evil and resentment, which makes people feel ominous at first glance. And above the gate, there are three written words with flying dragons and phoenixes, penetrating into the wood: The Gate of Hell.

With his thin lips slightly hooked, Xuan Yuan laughed softly. The laughter was magnetic and mellow, with a bit of real joy: "Did you just drag me to the gate of hell? This is just right. I just happen to meet Ming Yue again." He raised his head and carefully looked at the ghost gate in front of him, and nodded thoughtfully, "This is the real ghost gate, it is indeed extraordinary."

Several worlds ago, Xuanyuan once experienced a modern world with added ghosts. It was also in that world that he met Pluto Mingyue, saw the gates of hell, and personally walked through the Naihe Bridge, Wangxiang Terrace, Evil Mirror Terrace and The Three Life Stones also knew that there was a special Styx river like the River of Forgetfulness that was constantly flowing and could connect to other worlds.

But now it seems that the ghost gate he saw in Guo Qian's world should be just a projection of the ghost gate in this mythical fairy world, and the ghost gate here is only three-thirds of the power. Only the ghost gate in front of Xuan Yuan, standing on the bank of the Wangchuan River, is the real ghost gate that millions of souls and dead souls must pass through to go to the underworld.

As if he understood Xuan Yuan's inquiry, or maybe it was just a coincidence, a wave suddenly rolled up on the broad, boundless, and endlessly rushing withered yellow river next to Xuan Yuan, and the originally very yellow and turbid water of Wangchuan was stirred up. It became even more turbid, and for the first time, this river of forgetfulness, which had always been very calm and just flowing quietly, became rippled and changed.

Turning around to face the surging River of Forgetfulness, Xuan Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at this river of unknown origin and unknown age. However, he could not see any information from the surging River of Forgotten. The original waves on the river had already After a pause, the water surface of the River of Forgetfulness became smooth again, as if there had been no change at all.

Frowning, Xuan Yuan squatted down by the Wangchuan River. He stretched out his right hand and gently picked up a handful of turbid and yellow Wangchuan water. The cold and biting Wangchuan water slipped from his palm and fell into the Wangchuan River. Without causing any ripples, Xuan Yuan could not help but ask softly: "You want me to help you remember what it is that you forgot, right?"

Wangchuan still flows calmly as before, without any reaction or change, as if it was not the one who took the initiative to release the power to bring Xuanyuan into this world.

Silently watching the Forgotten River rushing forward, Xuan Yuan's eyes were deep and dark, with complex eyes bright and dark. He seemed to be deep in thought and had some guesses of his own about what happened.

Wangchuan has its own consciousness, or at least has certain instincts, which is absolutely certain. Otherwise, it would not have taken the initiative to lead Xuanyuan to this world. What is unknown now is what Wangchuan’s purpose is, and why it remains silent in the face of Xuanyuan’s questioning.

Is it restricted and unable to give an answer?

Xuanyuan was thinking in his heart. Wangchuan has been flowing in the underworld for thousands of years, rushing endlessly, with no place to come from or return, as if life is only about moving forward without end, and there is nothing else in the long run. Such a situation is more of a punishment than a duty and fate of Wangchuan.

This is clearly an extremely cruel punishment imposed on Wangchuan. Forgetting his identity and origin, forgetting his name, turning into a river, rushing forward every day, not knowing where he came from, and where the end is. Every day and every moment is a repetitive life. Such a punishment is so cruel, why does Wangchuan have to endure all this?

"It seems that it is not time to solve the mystery yet." With a sigh of relief, Xuanyuan knew that he would not be able to find the truth for a while when he saw that Wangchuan had not given any response or answer. There was no rush for things related to Wangchuan, so Xuanyuan planned to put it aside for the time being. Anyway, he would stay in this world for a long time, and one day he would be able to find out the secret of Wangchuan.

Standing up, Xuanyuan took a look at the magnificent Ghost Gate from a distance. He stood with his hands behind his back, and the next moment he appeared directly under the Ghost Gate from the bank of Wangchuan River. Looking up at this magnificent and terrifying huge Ghost Gate, Xuanyuan's thin lips curled slightly, his smile was wild, and he laughed in a low voice: "Even if this is the real Ghost Gate, it can't stop me."

He stepped into the Ghost Gate, but this gate, which was said to be only for the dead and the people of the underworld to pass through safely, did not react at all, allowing Xuanyuan, who was still alive and had a long life, to walk directly into the Ghost Gate.

After Xuanyuan entered the Ghost Gate, he followed the path he had taken before and went to the depths of the underworld again. After passing the Ghost Gate, he arrived at the Naihe Bridge over the Wangchuan River. On the Naihe Bridge, there was still a small stall. An old woman with a kind smile on her face was stirring in front of a big pot. It was Mengpo who was making Mengpo soup.

Everything in the underworld had been projected to the world where Guo Gan was. Even though the real underworld was much stronger than the projection, it didn't make any difference to Xuanyuan - they were all losers. Is there a big difference between a stronger loser and a weaker loser? In Xuanyuan's opinion, as long as Poxiao's sword could handle it, there would be little difference.

But when passing the Naihe Bridge, Xuanyuan found a person he had never seen in the projection before. At the other end of the Naihe Bridge, there was a tall figure in a light golden robe that had been wandering by the bridge. He neither went to the reincarnation platform in the depths of the underworld to reincarnate, nor did he jump into the Forgotten River to wash away everything. He just kept wandering by the bridge, as if he had been waiting there for thousands or tens of thousands of years without stopping.

This surprised Xuan Yuan a little. How could the underworld allow the ghosts to wander around the Naihe Bridge? Ghosts like this who refused to reincarnate should have been captured by the underworld long ago, either forcibly sent to reincarnation or thrown directly into the Forgotten River. How could they be allowed to wander around the Naihe Bridge at will? If they could avoid reincarnation, why would those unwilling souls be forced to jump into the Forgotten River? They could also stay in various places in the underworld.

But it is obvious that ghosts are not allowed to stay in the underworld. The order of the underworld cannot be destroyed at will. Who is this man in a light golden robe? What is he guarding and waiting for as he lingers on the bank of the Wangchuan River? Why do the people in the underworld allow him to linger here?

With some doubts, Xuanyuan climbed the stairs and walked towards Mengpo on the Naihe Bridge.