Chapter 1512: The Lost Jian Changsheng

The Lost Jian Changsheng

At first, Da'an was still a bit puzzled. Obviously, the other half of the Remnant Soul, which was the most important thing for Bai Qi's resurrection, was in his own hands. Why did he insist on taking the risk to step into the River Styx... Now, he understood.

The Bai Qi in this body right now was nothing but a Remnant Soul. Even if he ultimately completed the "Soul Return," as an outsider wanting to seize this body and achieve true resurrection, he would inevitably trigger a counterattack from the soul of the body's original owner.

Bai Qi wanted to use the power of the River Styx to directly solve the original owner's soul one step ahead. This way, as long as he snatched back the half Remnant Soul in Da'an's hands, he could complete his rebirth directly without any risks!

The "Causality" of the River Styx would indeed threaten Bai Qi himself, but Bai Qi's willpower was tempered through blood and fire.

Even a mere five hundred deaths might only be a scratch to Bai Qi. But for Jian Changsheng, it was already enough to make his soul get lost in this vast River Styx...

Bai Qi naturally wouldn't answer his question.

As Jian Changsheng's physical body gradually went deeper into the River Styx, the surging waves of ghosts were like a tornado, thoroughly enveloping his figure within it, leaving not the slightest hint of vitality in all directions.

Ten deaths.

Three hundred deaths.

Five hundred deaths...

Within a short ten seconds, the two souls enveloped within it simultaneously experienced five hundred deaths firsthand. This frequency was even dozens of times what Chen Ling had faced!

When the 730th death occurred, an illusory soul gradually drifted out from Jian Changsheng's body, like withered grass about to be uprooted in a storm, weak and despairing.

The waves of "Causality" rolled silently.

Jian Changsheng's soul was completely washed out of the body by the torrent, like a duckweed on a surging river, mixing among countless other ghosts and drifting with the current...

He was lost in the River Styx.

The moment Jian Changsheng's soul left the body, the bright glint instantly returned to Bai Qi's black eyes. A monstrous Killing Intent directly erupted from beneath him, propelling his body to forcefully break out straight from the River Styx!!

That trash's soul had finally left. The current Bai Qi had become the sole new owner of this body!

His goal had been achieved. From here on, every extra second he stayed in the River Styx was an extra point of danger.

However, the Ghost Path couldn't possibly just let him go like this.

The Causality Bai Qi was tainted with was simply too much, even thousands of times more than the entire 6-series put together. If he had remained dormant and hidden, it would have been fine, but now that he had proactively exposed himself, the deadly trap the Ghost Path could trigger had already reached an earth-shattering level.

Crack——!!!

A thick bolt of lightning struck down from out of thin air in the firmament, accurately blasting toward the black-armored figure. If this strike landed, it would be impossible for anyone below the Demigod level to survive.

But the moment the lightning struck down, Bai Qi directly lifted Da'an, who had been sliced into a human stick, and blocked him above himself!

He had a hostage!

No... it wasn't as simple as a hostage. Right now, Da'an's chain was entangled with Bai Qi's Remnant Soul. No one knew whether this strike, once it landed, would kill Da'an first or break the chain first...

If the chain broke first, Bai Qi's Remnant Soul would fall into Bai Qi's hands. He could instantly complete the "Soul Return" and resurrect using Jian Changsheng's physical body!

If Da'an was killed first, then Bai Qi's Remnant Soul would also be annihilated along with him. But one couldn't annihilate ghosts within the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path. This was the rule of the Ghost Path...

Just like how the Ghost Path naturally wanted to kill Chen Ling, but it could only trigger Chen Ling's own "Causality" to try and kill him. That was a rule.

The Ghost Path naturally would also be willing to kill Bai Qi's Remnant Soul and Da'an together, completely severing the possibility of Bai Qi's resurrection. But it couldn't do that, because the ghosts in the Ancient Vault couldn't be annihilated. This was also a rule...

The Ghost Path was the rule itself, not a conscious creature. Special envoys, as creatures, could disobey rules to a certain extent, but the Ghost Path, being the rule itself, could not.

And Bai Qi had already calculated everything. He was using the rules of the Ghost Path to carve out a path of survival for himself!

That incoming lightning abruptly bypassed Bai Qi and Da'an, crashing into the Ghost City beside them and directly annihilating a large area into nothingness...

Above the ruins, a figure in a theatrical robe flew past.

...

"It hurts..."

"It hurts so much..."

"Who... am I?"

In the turbulent River Styx, a bewildered soul was mixed among numerous ghosts, drifting with the current.

Only numbness was left in Jian Changsheng's eyes. That was the trauma left on his consciousness after experiencing over seven hundred deaths within a dozen seconds... He simply had no idea what had happened. Even after experiencing the lives of hundreds of people, he momentarily forgot who he was.

He stared blankly at the eternally unchanging darkness above, his mind left only with deep bewilderment and void silence.

Although he remembered nothing and knew nothing... but it seemed...

This was pretty good too.

Lost in the River Styx, it was as if he was completely forgotten by time. Jian Changsheng himself didn't know how long he had been drifting. It seemed like only a dozen seconds, yet also seemed as long as several centuries.

Until,

A Great Red Paper Umbrella opened up under the pitch-black firmament.

Jian Changsheng felt as if he was grabbed by an invisible giant hand, abruptly flying out from the peaceful River Styx. The Great Red Paper Umbrella spun in the air and then closed again. His soaring soul drew an arc in the air before silently landing on the other side of the River Styx...

A figure draped in a theatrical robe with black patterns on a red background walked straight over here, holding a red paper umbrella in one hand.

The bright-colored earrings swayed silently.

Chen Ling's brow was as cold as frost.

"Spades, are you okay?" Chen Ling asked.

Only blankness was left in Jian Changsheng's eyes. Looking at the person in front of him, he felt that they were very familiar, but he couldn't recall who it was for a moment...

"Are your memories confused...?" With a movement of Chen Ling's finger, an Invisible Heart Python climbed onto Jian Changsheng's soul.

The Heart Python took a bite out of the completely bewildered Jian Changsheng's head.

Chew, chew, chew...

Blergh—

As the memories were spat back into Jian Changsheng's mind, his hollow eyes finally began to regain their clarity. Those memories that had been confused and affected by the lives of others were methodically sorted out again.

A few seconds later, Jian Changsheng widened his eyes.

"Hearts!!!!"

Jian Changsheng yelled anxiously, raising his hands to grab Chen Ling's shoulders and say something. But the next second, his hands silently passed right through Chen Ling's body...

Jian Changsheng froze in place for a moment.

"Right now, you no longer have a physical body." Chen Ling spoke helplessly, "If I didn't have the [Secret Pupil] and found you in the torrent before it dispersed immediately, I'm afraid you would truly be stuck in the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path forever..."

Jian Changsheng looked down at his illusory hands, and then abruptly looked up at the sky where the lightning had crashed down just now...

His fists clenched tightly as he spat out a name through gritted teeth...

"Bai, Qi!!"