Chapter Thirty-One: Re-Entering the Netherworld

  In the outskirts of Qu County, all around was quiet and still. In the sky, a round moon hung high, its clear and cold light pouring down recklessly. Suddenly, a red figure appeared in the air, with lotus flowers underfoot, wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, looking noble and ethereal.

  Pan Hao stepped out of the suburbs, his palm open, and a broken blue jade bead appeared in his palm. Inside the jade bead was another ghost soul that was sleeping peacefully. This jade bead had been on the verge of collapse under the impact of divine power, and the space inside was constantly collapsing.

  Brush, Pan Hao's divine power swept out Wang Er's ghost, crackling and crumbling, the emerald jade bead finally couldn't withstand it, the space inside collapsed one after another. In less than a moment, it turned into a handful of jade powder left in Pan Hao's palm. A gentle breeze blew across his palm, and the jade powder drifted away, falling into the sky and earth.

  Suddenly, a strong suction force came. Pan Hao's eyes condensed, and above Wang Er's head, a black whirlpool was slowly forming, with a powerful suction force taking shape. Pan Hao transformed into a red, radiant thought, and with a whooshing sound, entered Wang Er's soul.

  Boom, the black hole's suction increased several times, and Wang Er's ghost finally couldn't resist the suction, turned into a beam of black light, and was absorbed inside.

  This space is dark and gloomy, the ground is desolate. The ghostly energy and yin energy in the sky formed a layer of dark clouds. A turbid, dark yellow long river flows through the space in a distant unknown place, flowing into the endless void. In the long river, countless souls are howling and struggling.

  A loud rumble, countless huge black holes appeared on the surface of the Long River, and countless souls fell into it like dumplings. Suddenly, a ghost filled with coldness and eerie aura fell out of the black hole with a plop.

  Among these souls, there were common people wearing linen clothes, soldiers with incomplete armor, Confucian scholars wearing crimson robes, and high-ranking officials wearing court attire...

  Vibrant souls fell onto the Yellow Spring River.

  Ah! Wang Er fell into the Yellow Spring River, and instantly let out a miserable cry. The ghostly energy on his body was washed away by the water of the Yellow Spring, and Wang Er's entire person seemed to be like sulfuric acid, with the green smoke rising straight up three or four zhang high. In an instant, the ghostly energy on Wang Er's body had completely disappeared. Without the ghostly energy, Wang Er's soul was finally no longer being eroded.

  Suddenly, Wang Er's heart was filled with great fear. Because the memories on his body were slowly disappearing. The murky river water kept pouring into Wang Er's body. The memories in his soul seemed to be bleached by the river water, disappearing without a trace.

  "No!" Wang Er's terrified roar rose, his voice hoarse and mournful. He could feel it, the lost memories would never come back. And the mark of his entire life would also disappear without a trace.

  Innumerable souls can also feel that they are struggling and crying. Many souls closer to the shore fly quickly towards the riverbank. Just as they were about to reach the shore, a mysterious wave suddenly capsized them all, pushing them deep into the long river.

  Wang Er's soul turned pale in despair, memories disappearing piece by piece. Many of the souls around Wang Er had expressionless faces and lifeless eyes. This was because the memories within their souls were gone, so they no longer experienced emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. They became like blank paper, devoid of any feelings.

  Just when Wang Er had completely lost all hope.

  "Success or failure, it's up to your fate!" A distant sigh echoed in Wang Er's soul. A bright red droplet appeared in Wang Er's mind, like a crystal clear amber, beautiful and luxurious. This droplet suddenly burst inside Wang Er, sweeping away the memories in his soul.

  Wang Er's soul had become as white as paper, his face expressionless, his eyes dull and lifeless, drifting aimlessly with the river water.

  As the Long River flowed away, Wang Er's soul gradually shrunk and transformed into a pale white sphere. From above the river, countless souls seemed like large cocoons, drifting aimlessly with the flowing water.

  "Is this what they call the true spirit?" Pan Hao's thoughts were deeply hidden within Wang Er's soul, his divine power resisting the erosion of the Yellow Spring River. Originally, Pan Hao's divine power was only slightly above pale red and below crimson red. However, after Pan Hao's extreme compression, he spent a lot of effort to transform a part of his divine power into crimson red.

  The scarlet divine power surrounding his mind was almost depleted, but the river water continued to seep into his soul. It wasn't until his soul transformed into a true spirit that the river water was finally shut out.

  Next to Pan Hao's thoughts, a bright red water droplet hung suspended, with a vague silhouette faintly visible inside. Pan Hao's thoughts gazed outward, legend had it that the true spirit was the essence of the soul, the purest mark of heaven and earth. For ordinary people, becoming a true spirit meant completely severing ties with their past life. However, there were divine messengers who could break through the mysteries of reincarnation and regain memories of their past lives. Pan Hao thought to himself quietly.

  The river water rages and tosses up the true spirits one by one. Suddenly, black holes appear in the sky above. These black holes have a life-and-death cycle, emitting an aura of vastness between heaven and earth.

  "This is the power of reincarnation!" Pan Hao's mind was greatly shocked, hidden deep within Wang Er's true spirit. He hastily rushed out from Wang Er's true spirit. Rumbling sounds, the black hole rotated, and the mighty power of heaven and earth descended. A powerful suction force appeared, and space seemed like a swamp, making it difficult for Pan Hao to move his thoughts. Fortunately, the black hole was only targeting the true spirit, and Pan Hao was only facing the residual might.

  Whoosh, Wang Er's true spirit was instantly sucked in, and Pan Hao's consciousness barely escaped. Just a few steps away. With a plop, the thought unexpectedly lost weight and fell into the river water.

  Pan Hao was shocked in his heart, and the divine power formed a protective cover, but under the erosion of the river water, it kept emitting cyan smoke. The remaining divine power was being rapidly consumed. Pan Hao's divine power burst out, resisting the erosion of the river water.

  Qingshui County, within the Pan Mansion. Pan Hao's eyes suddenly opened wide. A red lotus with 21 petals bloomed in his eyes. A massive divine power surged out like flowing water, rumbling and rising into the sky. Entering the void!

  In the underworld, a red divine power suddenly appeared and poured into Nian Tou's body. With a loud noise, Pan Hao's Nian Tou transformed into a human figure, sitting cross-legged on top of the Red Lotus. A powerful, sacred, and noble aura burst forth, shaking open the true spirits within hundreds of meters!

  Suddenly, at the moment of the divine power explosion, a magnificent and ancient heavenly power descended, this power was boundless and endless, Pan Hao's divine power was insignificant in front of it.

  The power of the universe descended upon Pan Hao with a loud crash, and Pan Hao offered no resistance, as if an ant being swept out of this space. In a corner of the Yang realm, ripples emerged in the void. A dazzling diamond radiating red light fell out.