Chapter 648

There was an uproar in the Forget-Love Ferry.

"How did he get on first?"

"He was clearly in the last position."

"Could it be that this is the secret technique for boarding the Empty Return Raft? But can one achieve this just by introducing these common sense facts?"

The ghosts and soul cultivators all shouted, feeling very puzzled.

The old man who guided Sun Lingtong, after being stunned for a moment, bowed deeply to the Reflection of Yun Xiao: "Thank you, predecessor, for your great kindness and for promoting this junior. This junior will engrave your kindness in his heart and will promote your kindness and justice for the rest of his life!"

Hearing him say this, the Forget-Love Ferry suddenly fell silent.

Even if they had any more resentment or doubts, they wisely shut their mouths. The reason is very simple: this was the Reflection of Yun Xiao promoting the old man. If they questioned this, they would be opposing the choice of the Reflection of Yun Xiao!

The Reflection of Yun Xiao had no reaction; he waved his long sleeves again.

The next moment, Sun Lingtong disappeared from where he was and appeared on the Empty Return Raft.

The Forget-Love Ferry was in an uproar again.

"What is going on?!"

"How can this little ghost get on too?"

"Why can he get on? He was only the one being helped."

If it weren't for the rules here, these soul cultivators and ghosts would probably have attacked the old man and the little one on the Empty Return Raft.

This is too much!

Clearly, the Empty Return Raft only had ten spots, and two were gone all at once.

You must know that the number of people queuing at the Forget-Love Ferry at the moment far exceeded thirty.

The spots for the ferry were too limited, and Sun Lingtong and the old man boarding the boat in advance made many ghosts and soul cultivators almost curse out loud, shouting that there was insider information!

As the person involved, Sun Lingtong also felt very confused.

He walked to the old man's side and used his spiritual sense to transmit his voice, asking: "Old sir, what is going on?"

The old man winked at Sun Lingtong: "This is actually thanks to you, little ghost. Consider that I owe you a favor."

"Ah?" Sun Lingtong was surprised.

Clearly, he was the one being pointed out and helped.

The old man looked deeply at Sun Lingtong: "Little ghost, who were you when you were alive? What kind of good deeds did you do to have such great merit and light of innocence on you?"

"You are a very good person."

"So, me helping you a little bit is already enough."

Sun Lingtong's pupils shrank, his heart was greatly shocked, and he quickly figured out the reason: how could he be a very good person? The Un-Empty Gate takes action, and he usually enjoys stealing; how could he have the light of innocence?

"It's the aura given to me by Little Ning's mother."

"She said it could help me enter Wangchuan Xiancheng."

"So this aura actually has such a great use!"

Although he figured it out, Sun Lingtong still pretended to be stupid and scratched his head: "I don't know."

The old man patted his shoulder: "It is very normal to lose some memories after becoming a ghost. It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out; I said I owe you a favor, and I will definitely compensate you."

While the two were communicating with spiritual sense, the Reflection of Yun Xiao waved his sleeves repeatedly, selecting the other eight to board the Empty Return Raft.

The Reflection of Yun Xiao gradually faded and finally dissipated into the vast river fog.

The many soul cultivators and ghosts left at the Forget-Love Ferry looked on eagerly, or glared with anger, staring fixedly at the Empty Return Raft drifting away leisurely. Many people stared at Sun Lingtong and the old man, their Adam's apples rolling, opening their mouths to speak, but in the end, not a single dirty word dared to be cursed out.

After all, they could continue to queue here and wait for the opportunity to ferry later.

If they really cursed out loud and annoyed the Reflection of Yun Xiao, and were expelled, then they would really never have this opportunity again in their lives.

The Empty Return Raft drifted slowly on the surface of the Wangchuan River.

It was not in the form of a mortal boat, but more like a huge, slightly concave, frost-white crescent moon, or like a huge, half-withered lotus petal with distinct veins.

The bow and stern of the raft naturally converged, the lines smooth but carrying a kind of withered beauty.

Its entire body emitted an extremely faint, almost nihilistic, moon-white soft light, forming a halo shield as thin as a cicada's wing but extremely tough.

Sun Lingtong was active and couldn't stay still, pacing on the Empty Return Raft.

Pinching here and touching there.

He found that the material of this Empty Return Raft was very strange, neither gold nor wood, neither stone nor jade.

The raft body seemed to be interwoven with countless translucent, hair-thin glass veins, and extremely dim, stardust-like silver light slowly flowed in these veins, like solidified tear stains.

The material filling the veins was far beyond Sun Lingtong's vision, making him unable to identify it at all. It was cold to the touch, but the texture was unexpectedly tough and stable. After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, it combined fragility and tenacity, reminding Sun Lingtong of moonlight. It was just solidified, cold moonlight.

The whole raft was exquisite, but it also revealed a sense of loneliness and emptiness that penetrated into the bone marrow. Sun Lingtong thought of the story of Yun Xiao and Yue Yi, and couldn't help but slightly experience the endless loss in Yun Xiao's heart that could never be filled.

The Wangchuan river water was surging.

Countless ghosts floated, struggled, and emitted silent screams and wails here. Seeing the people on the Empty Return Raft, they all rushed over, expressing despair and the malice of pulling others down with them.

The soul cultivators and ghosts on the Empty Return Raft all felt nervous. They knew the serious consequences of being pulled into the water.

In addition, the raft body of the Empty Return Raft had no real feeling; when people stepped on it, there was a strange feeling of suspension, as if stepping on thick cold fog, which made people feel very insecure.

The long river surged, and waves slapped against the light shield of the Empty Return Raft, splashing water into the sky and causing the raft body to vibrate.

Every vibration would trigger the starlight and moonlight between the glass veins in the raft body.

The silvery stardust light and the soft moon-white radiance intertwined, steadily protecting everyone on the raft.

A dark current intertwined, forming a whirlpool that trapped the Empty Return Raft.

For a time, the Empty Return Raft could only spin in place, causing the people on the raft to change color and become even more nervous.

Fortunately, after a while, the whirlpool disappeared, and the Empty Return Raft set off again.

On the surface of the Wangchuan River, the yin wind blew, the water waves roared, and there were wails of ghosts sinking. But inside the raft, it was peaceful, forming a sharp contrast with the outside of the raft.

However, this tranquility was almost deathly silent and not comfortable at all.

The longer everyone stayed, the more they felt a sadness spreading in their hearts, becoming increasingly heavy. At the same time, they also felt empty in their hearts, as if a void had appeared, without any meaning of living, feeling that everything was boring.

The regrets of the past and the pain of loss were invisibly magnified but had nowhere to tell, torturing everyone on the raft to the point of misery.

The Wangchuan River seemed to have no end, and everyone's sense of time became extremely blurred. Perhaps only a stick of incense had passed, or it seemed as if they had been drifting for a thousand years. Around them were boundless yin winds, turbid waves, and resentful souls, with only the Empty Return Raft under their feet emitting a small, faint but firm light domain, like the only ferry ark floating in the abyss of despair.

In the oppressive atmosphere, the raft body shook slightly, and then the moon-white light shield wrapping the Empty Return Raft quickly faded and disappeared.

Everyone on the raft was extremely surprised, all because they discovered that they had already arrived at Wangchuan Xiancheng.

To be precise, it was the foundation of the Xiancheng.

Countless black giant pillars, unimaginable in size, like the fangs of prehistoric giant beasts, broke through the turbid Wangchuan river water, winding or straight, piercing toward the firmament.

The place where the Empty Return Raft docked could barely be considered a "pier"—a few levels of uneven, extremely slippery stone steps extended from below the pitch-black water line, disappearing into the shadows of the stone pillars.

The turbid waves were surging and slapping just a few inches under their feet, and the filthy spray rolled up could almost splash onto their feet. The wails and cries of the resentful souls echoed continuously among the stone pillars along with the yin wind.

As soon as Sun Lingtong walked out of the Empty Return Raft, he was wrapped in the bone-chilling yin wind.

He was cautious, stepped onto the stone steps, and climbed all the way.

There were no railings on the stone steps, the footing was narrow and slippery, and on the side was the surging Wangchuan River. The higher they climbed, the more nervous everyone's mood became; a slight carelessness would lead to a slip, falling into the depths of the river from which there was no return.

After the height exceeded half, the yin wind became more violent, whistling past, cold as a knife.

Strange gray-white mist drifted everywhere, capable of absorbing people's spirit and physical strength.

The closer they were to the Xiancheng, the more vitality there was—vines became more and more numerous, capable of wrapping around people's ankles, and even ghosts and soul bodies could not be spared.

The accumulated white bones weathered in the stone crevices silently told the fate of the failures of the climb.

When Sun Lingtong's group first set off, there were ten people in total.

By the time they reached the destination, only four remained.

Sun Lingtong's limbs and bones were as heavy as lead, and his heart was filled with negative emotions such as fear and despair, making his body and mind exhausted.

The old man fulfilled his promise and took action many times on the way to help Sun Lingtong climb.

When they arrived at the huge city gate, Sun Lingtong lay directly on the ground, too tired to move, panting.

The other three were no better.

The stone platform was wide and cold. The city walls of Wangchuan Xiancheng were towering, like an iron curtain hanging from the sky.

Rumble...

Sensing Sun Lingtong and the other three newcomers, the heavy city gate slowly opened.

At the very top of the city gate, a precious mirror was hung.

The ancient bronze mirror had iron-gray patina and exuded a blue-red luster. The mirror surface was like turbid mercury, with gray-black quicksand faintly swirling, spontaneously producing a pale green phosphorescence.

It was exactly the Mirror of Sin.

The four cultivators, either lying on the ground or sitting, observed the Mirror of Sin while panting.

For a long time.

The one who recovered first stood up, officially took a step, and walked slowly toward the open gate.

Hum—!

The ancient bronze mirror vibrated suddenly, the humming sound almost shrill, directly tearing through the silence.

The surface of the Mirror of Sin suddenly erupted with a blue light, stinging people's eyeballs with pain.

"Uh ah..."

The ghost cultivator who was hit let out a scream, black-red light fire erupting all over his body, and then the fire light dissipated rapidly under the blue mirror light like snow encountering a scorching sun.

Sun Lingtong and the others' pupils shrank, greatly shocked.

The ghost cultivator who perished possessed Golden Core cultivation, completely unable to resist, and was more fragile than a baby under the blue light.

And once the Mirror of Sin was triggered, it did not stop.

After the miserable green light pillar eliminated the first ghost cultivator, it swept all the way over and swept onto the old man who helped Sun Lingtong.

The old man, who was originally sitting, immediately lowered his head, as if an invisible giant mountain was pressing on his neck.

He persisted with all his might, his whole body emitting plumes of white smoke in the mirror light, trembling violently.

Sun Lingtong and the fourth ghost cultivator were observing, when unexpectedly, the blue light pillar suddenly expanded, illuminating both of them as well.

Sun Lingtong's heart suddenly jumped to his throat.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been stripped naked and then placed in a world of ice and snow, and all his past sins had nowhere to hide!

Just when he felt he was finished, the aura in his arms suddenly radiated, wrapping around his entire body.

This aura came exactly from the Buddha Doctor, Meng Yaoyin!

Under the illumination of the blue light, the aura displayed magnificent golden clouds, and at the same time, there was blue-white light, like auspicious clouds rising.

The miserable green light, which was originally cold and harsh, carrying the aura of judgment and destruction, suddenly became gentle and warm above the golden clouds and auspicious clouds.

The Mirror of Sin felt the merit and innocence, and the humming sound softened, as if approving.

The old man transmitted his voice with spiritual sense: "My god, little ghost, how many good deeds did you do when you were alive?"

He was almost unable to hold on, so he quietly took action, stealing a few wisps of aura and adding them to himself.

The blue light shining on the two of them dissipated rapidly. The residual blue light still covered the fourth person, lasting for a moment, illuminating the fourth person until he was seriously injured and unconscious, before slowly dissipating.

The old man looked at the fourth person with lingering fear and explained to Sun Lingtong: "Although he did not pass, his sins were not deep, so he was left with his life. When he recovers, he can return the same way, take the Empty Return Raft, and return to the other side of the river."

Sun Lingtong narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man.

The old man waved his hand at him: "Ashamed, ashamed, little friend, it is I who have benefited from you again. After entering the city, I will definitely reward you greatly."

Sun Lingtong gave a hum, and then turned his head away.

He walked in front, the old man walked behind, and the old and the young walked into the city gate like this, officially entering Wangchuan Xiancheng!

At the same time, on the other route.

The sound of horse hooves roared like thunder, and a troop of underworld cavalry marched in a mighty force.

The cavalrymen were all ghosts, either with blue faces and fangs or red-haired ghost eyes. But the bone-blade battle flags fluttering in the wind, the cold-glinting crescent moon broadswords, the space-splitting long spears compressed by talisman paper, and the black-blood paper horses all revealed their true identities—the Qingjiao Army!

Since splitting into two routes from Sun Lingtong and the Buddha Doctor, Meng Yaoyin, Unlike Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi, and others also set off for the battlefield.

The reason they could turn into various ghosts was a spell brought by the Qingjiao troop type, called 【Human-Ghost Appearance】.

Soldiers could therefore turn into complete human races or complete ghosts.

But the battle flags, weapons, etc., could not be covered, so they were all flaws.

Fortunately, their marching route was quite remote, and even if they encountered scattered ghosts and soul cultivators along the way, it was of no consequence.

"Above our heads should be the altar for the Heavenly Ghost Incarnation Tribulation Ritual!" Unlike Ning Zhuo, according to the guidance of the Buddha Doctor, Meng Yaoyin, arrived at the correct location.

He and Qing Chi and others looked up at the sky and saw black clouds covering the sky, occasionally seeing scarlet colors flashing by, like lightning and thunder in the thunderclouds.

Qing Chi felt troubled: "The altar is in the high sky, how should we go up?"

Few people in the Qingjiao Army possessed the ability to fly.

Unlike Ning Zhuo, however, was confident, as he had already thought of a solution on the marching road. Immediately, he said: "This is easy to handle, just use the Ritual Military Camp."