Chapter Twenty-Four: The Yellow Spring

  At midnight, all things are quiet. The full moon is high in the sky, casting down a clear and cold silver light.

  Inside the Purple Mansion, a tiny heavenly river flowed slowly like a waterfall, pouring into the divine soul. The divine soul opened its eyes and stood up. Under its feet, the Red Lotus Platform transformed into a symbol branded between its eyebrows.

  Boom, breaking through the Purple Mansion, it appeared in the guest house room. The divine soul waved its hand, and a pale red thought slipped into the body. The thought entered the dantian, transformed into an avatar, sitting on top of the white lotus of true energy in the dantian.

  This thought is what Pan Hao uses to protect his physical body. This thought not only can maintain the circulation of true energy, but also can stimulate true energy to protect the body in times of danger. Moreover, Pan Hao's divine soul can also command the physical body to act through this thought, and even form a coordinate with the thought, allowing the divine soul to break through the void instantly.

  After doing all these things, Shen Hun didn't stay for long. He passed through the wall of the house and stepped into thin air to leave. The red lotus under his feet bloomed and dissipated, and Pan Hao disappeared from the original place and appeared dozens of meters away. Before long, he had already arrived at the suburban mansion.

  Pan Hao is now in a state of spiritual soul, and without using divine power, he can see things that the physical body cannot see. The yin energy in the backyard of this house is even more active and dense at midnight. The yin energy seeps out from the ancient well, and under the blessing of the moonlight, it becomes so dense that it transforms into a faint mist that drifts around ceaselessly.

  Pan Hao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the yin energy was even more intense than many cemeteries. Pan Hao hesitated for a moment, his right hand raised, and a small pale red lotus flower bloomed in his palm. A thread of thought was injected into the red lotus, and Pan Hao tossed out the red lotus flower in his hand, which swayed and fell towards the ancient well.

  The red lotus fell into the ancient well, and a surge of yin energy rushed towards the red lotus, making a hissing sound. A thin layer of light membrane on the surface of the red lotus tightly protected it from the invasion of yin energy.

  As Honglian entered, the yin energy grew denser and denser, eventually condensing into a thick fog, with some even coalescing into water droplets.

  Honglian finally went deep into the well.

  Suddenly a hoarse scream rang out, and a sonic wave charged towards Hong Lian. Pan Hao's eyes condensed, and with a single sound of "Hong", the sonic wave knocked Hong Lian open. Hong Lian burst apart, transforming into a faint red-colored divine flame that began to burn.

  Divine fire fills with sacred and warm breath, radiating light, dispelling the gloomy atmosphere.

  The sound of "zi zi" rose, and the divine fire actually ignited the floating yin energy in the well. In the blink of an eye, a red lotus flower-sized divine fire transformed into a sea of flames, burning down towards the bottom of the well.

  A sea of fire raged, burning along the source of the yin energy. Suddenly, a shrill cry erupted from below, and the yin energy fluctuated wildly. Pan Hao followed the thought in his divine fire and saw the scene at the bottom of the well.

  At the bottom of the well, there were several dull and stupid ghosts wandering around. These ghosts had a numb expression, but they seemed to still retain their instincts, feeling the terror of the divine fire, and suddenly became restless and anxious.

  The divine fire surged down, and the ghosts finally couldn't bear it. They let out a few shrill cries, burrowed into the ground, and suddenly disappeared.

  The divine fire rushed to the bottom of the well and, surprisingly, also drilled through the bottom. Pan Hao's divine sense followed the divine fire and saw that there was a crack at the bottom of the well. This crack was only as big as a hair, cutting the ancient well in half, like drawing a horizontal line.

  A thick and eerie aura emanated from the crack, pouring out endlessly. The sea of flames didn't hesitate for a moment, charging straight into the crack.

  The heavens changed, and a desolate, gloomy space filled with yin energy appeared in Pan Hao's divine consciousness. Pan Hao's divine consciousness drove the divine fire to suddenly condense. It transformed into a human-shaped torch, with pale red divine fire forming Pan Hao's entire body.

  Pan Hao looked around, this space sky was dark and lightless, the ground was desolate and withered, sparse unknown plants were scattered all over. These plants emitted a faint black gas.

  "This is dead air!" Pan Hao exclaimed as he saw these plants emitting black gas.

  Pan Hao transformed into a void, standing alone, with a human-shaped torch blazing in the sky. This place was somewhat similar to the legendary underworld, Pan Hao thought as he flew quickly by.

  Rumble...

  A burst of surging and pounding water sounds rose, and Pan Hao hurriedly flew over. A boundless and endless long river appeared in front of Pan Hao, this long river spanning the earth, flowing towards unknown places far away. Pan Hao surprisingly saw countless souls struggling and wailing in the river. In the end, they were transformed into a single drop of water, merging into this long river.

  "What is the Yellow Spring?" Pan Hao's mind was greatly shocked. This is the underworld, where souls dwell and are reborn. Just as Pan Hao was extremely shocked, a vast and mighty power descended from the heavens, emitting an aura of majesty and antiquity.

  Boom, the power of heaven and earth seemed to be a giant mountain that instantly transformed into a town, suppressing it. The incarnation had no resistance at all and fell into the waves of space.

  Outside the courtyard, space seemed to ripple like water waves, and the incarnation formed by divine fire fell out. Pan Hao's big hand made a palm, and the incarnation turned into divine fire and was retrieved back into his divine soul.

  "No wonder this place is filled with yin energy, it turns out that a rift to the underworld has appeared out of nowhere!" Pan Hao thought to himself. However, the underworld in this world apparently doesn't have a ruler like the Underworld Palace, everything is just following the will of heaven and earth. It's as if it's a computer program, sensing the energy of different bodies, naturally expelling those that don't fit.

  Pan Haixin's mind was racing with thoughts, and he had a deeper understanding of the world's order. However, he first needed to solve the problem of the yin energy, otherwise, three days later, it would still pose a threat to ordinary people.

  Pan Haoshen's divine soul arrived at the ancient well, and the yin energy inside the ancient well was burned out. Although it had not recovered yet, there were spatial cracks present, and recovery was only a matter of time.

  At this time, the yin energy in the courtyard was swept away, and the moonlight still fell. By the ancient well, a man with an ancient crown on his head and wearing magnificent clothes stood, emitting a bewildering red glow.

  Pan Hao's divine power revolved, and the sound of gurgling water arose. Behind his divine soul, a long river rose up, with both ends connected to the void. Spanning across heaven and earth, it seemed to lead to the future.

  Seal!

  Pan Haoshen's divine eyes shone brightly, and in the midst of the long river, a drop of water splashed up and fell into an ancient well. It transformed into a pale red membrane, on top of which a faint, illusory long river flowed majestically, suppressing the dark energy surging out from the cracks below.

  Pan Hao put away the Tianhe projection behind his back, and nodded secretly to himself. This way, the yin energy wouldn't be able to leak out, and since he was the one who had sealed it, it would be very convenient for him to enter and exit the underworld in the future.

  After finishing his business, Pan Hao returned to the inn. His physical body was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed and breathing slowly, as if he were in a deep sleep. On one side of him, Xi Wen's little head was resting on his arm, her small face revealing a sweet smile, as if she were having a beautiful dream. Pan Hao smiled slightly, then left without lingering, his soul returning to the Purple Mansion. A night without words!

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