Chapter 675: Message

The sky of the Underworld is always gloomy.

The Qing-Jiao Army was rushing on the grey-black plain.

On the back of the black blood paper horse, Luo Si interrupted his healing, opened his eyes, and looked toward the horizon.

A flash of doubt crossed his eyes.

"That is the Water Burial Valley!" Ning Zhuo knew the location, after all, Sun Lingtong had been there before, only to be intercepted nearby.

Ning Zhuo also revealed a look of doubt—the scene in front of him was very different from his memory.

Only a piece of thick grey-black mist rose from the valley, condensing into a leaden cloud with a full sense of oppression at low altitude.

Two black hills were like the skeletons of giant beasts crawling.

Ning Zhuo frowned: "Why do these two black hills feel much lower than in my impression?"

The hills were like two giant beasts confronting each other, tearing open a relatively narrow but bottomless crack in the middle—that was the entrance to the Water Burial Valley.

"There must have been a great battle here!" Luo Si transmitted his divine sense.

Both Ning Zhuo and Luo Si revealed worried expressions,

the former worried about the Grey Bone Elder, and the latter worried about Buddha-Healer Meng Meng Yaoyin.

As the distance shortened, the details of the grey-black mist became clear.

Countless tiny, grey-white flocculent objects floated and drifted in the mist. They were like paper ash after burning, and also like the spores of some kind of fungus, rotating silently, emitting a smell mixed with mildew, corpse stench, and heavy fishy water.

"This is the burial water unique to the Water Burial Valley. Under normal circumstances, it flows in streams in the valley." Luo Si introduced, his voice carrying a touch of heaviness.

Sun Lingtong had never entered the valley, but Luo Si had entered and exited too many times and was quite familiar with the situation in the valley.

Ning Zhuo was silent, his heart becoming more and more anxious, wishing he could drill into the valley now to find his mother.

But he ultimately endured it hard, and instead gave the order to let the whole army be on alert and move slowly.

This move made Luo Si cast an approving look.

After experiencing several big scenes, Ning Zhuo's military literacy had far exceeded ordinary people.

"You stay stationed nearby, take good care of Seeing Qing Chi, and don't let her suffer any more harm." Ning Zhuo ordered, "We will be back soon."

Seeing Qing Chi was still in a coma.

Unlike Luo Si, who recovered very quickly and could ride a horse on his own long ago,

Ning Zhuo arranged for the Qing-Jiao Army to be stationed temporarily near the entrance of the Water Burial Valley. He and Luo Si went to the Water Burial Valley to find out.

Finally arrived at the entrance.

The strong stench hit Ning Zhuo's nose like a substantial fist.

Ning Zhuo almost suffocated.

Ning Zhuo hurriedly held his breath, let Luo Si walk in front, and followed closely behind, entering the Water Burial Valley together.

The mountain surface in the valley was covered with honeycomb-like holes, covered with thick greasy moss, and there were many slippery traces of snakes and insects crawling.

"The mountains and water here were distinct, and the air was at least very refreshing." Luo Si sighed.

The situation was unclear, and both chose to walk instead of flying into the sky—this would easily become a target.

Under their feet were not mountain stones or mud, but a smooth road.

I don't know what kind of ghost remains were destroyed, rotten water grass, sticky silt, and miserable white talisman paper fragments were mixed together, forming a swamp.

The burial water was still being pumped into the sky, turning into grey-black mist—this was the residual power of the magic technique still affecting the surroundings after the fierce battle.

As for what magic technique, Ning Zhuo only saw it was not Water-element,

"There must have been a terrifying confrontation of magic techniques here!"

The further they walked inside, the wider the distance between the two sides of the mountain wall.

Turning a corner, in front of the two was a wide battlefield,

the ground was flat, half was heavy frost, cold and biting, and half was scorched black, as if it had been roasted by fierce flames.

The foot of the mountain on both sides was crisscrossed with spider-web-like cracks. And on the mountain wall, there were

The ground was flat, half covered in thick frost, with biting cold, and half scorched black, as if it had been roasted by fierce flames.

At the foot of the mountains on both sides were spiderweb-like cracks crisscrossing each other. And on the mountain walls were many twisted lines and scars; it was hard to imagine what kind of impact they had suffered.

"These are?" Ning Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart sinking.

On the edge of the battlefield opposite, he found many remains and debris of paper figures!

The two crossed this battlefield, and as the distance closed, the big-headed youth easily recognized that these paper figure scraps were all from that paper figure army of the White Paper Xiancheng.

The two continued forward and found that the paper figure scraps on the mountain road had increased significantly.

Torn-off paper arms, paper legs, shattered paper armor, and deformed paper weapon fragments were mixed in the mud and gravel, forming a paper-scrap graveyard that made one's scalp tingle.

A moment later, the two arrived at the middle section of the Water Burial Valley.

It had changed drastically here!

The originally wide mountain road was buried and blocked by a large amount of broken mountain rocks, forming a pile of rubble.

And right in this pile of rubble lay several broken bodies as huge as mountains.

The upper body of a hundred-armed ghost god was mostly covered by rubble, and more than half of the hundred giant arms had actually been cut off at the root! The remaining dozens of arms were also mostly twisted and broken, hanging down powerlessly.

The huge body was covered with huge claw marks that went deep to the bone, as well as scorched black holes that pierced through the chest and back.

His ferocious head with giant horns had already left his body and was thrown far away.

Luo Si said in a deep voice: "This is the Hundred-Armed Ghost God."

He stared at the ghost god's head in the distance, his gaze fixed on the ghost god's twisted expression.

It was not just one ghost god who had died in battle.

A ghost god with tree roots for a lower body and a female image with full breasts for an upper body had her corpse embedded in the stone wall.

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Her robe was tattered, and there were many broken black glazed lanterns beside her.

Luo Si continued: "This is a Yin Soul Lamp Master."

After walking another few hundred steps, the two found an empty skeleton throne, fallen to the ground.

The throne was very huge.

On the ground not far from the throne, a pile of rubble almost covered the entire body of a third ghost god.

Only one right forearm was exposed.

The arm was covered with cracks, and from the cracks, beams of blue radiance were projected outward. The blue light was eerie and quite strange.

Ning Zhuo and Luo Si were shocked.

Except for the third one whose origin could not be seen, the first two of these three great ghost gods were ghost gods with outstanding combat power.

Judging from their auras, they were all at the Soul Transformation level!

But they had all paid the price with their lives.

Even if they were ordinary and inferior to top Soul Transformation cultivators like the River of Oblivion Prefect or the Soundless Ghost Monk, they were still Soul Transformation-level combat power.

"The battle that took place here must have been very tragic!" Luo Si sighed.

Ning Zhuo's gaze was deep; he naturally associated it with the three God-Inviting Paper Puppets in the paper figure army.

"This paper figure army led by Mother encountered a strong enemy in the valley. Most of the soldiers were lost in the front, which is why paper scraps were scattered all along the way."

"By the time she got here, she had to use those three God-Inviting Paper Puppets to descend these three great ghost gods."

"In the end, the ghost gods all sacrificed themselves, but Mother was able to continue forward!"

Ning Zhuo reconstructed the battle in his mind, and could not help but feel more worried: "Every time Mother takes action, she greatly damages her spirituality. Her state is limited, and she cannot hold on for long."

Thinking of this, besides gravity, a fire of anxiety burned in Ning Zhuo's heart.

Luo Si felt the same.

The two quickened their pace in unison and finally arrived at the deepest part of the Water Burial Valley.

The scene before their eyes made Ning Zhuo and Luo Si feel as if they had been struck by lightning, forgetting to breathe!

The terrain at the bottom of the valley had been completely rewritten!

A giant pit with a diameter of several dozen zhang and a depth of more than ten zhang occupied the core!

The pit walls were as smooth as a mirror, with traces of high-temperature melting remaining.

Viscous magma flowed in the pit, which reminded Ning Zhuo of Fire Persimmon Mountain.

On the edge of the giant pit, the earth presented a strange, wave-like twisted form, and all the rocks were pushed to the surroundings, filled with frost, scorch marks, corroded pits, and so on.

The two's spiritual senses constantly expanded, and detection spells permeated in all directions.

Luo Si discovered it first: "There is a crude magic array hidden in the magma."

The magic array had reached the Golden Core level, but it was too crude, so Luo Si took action and easily cracked a hole in it.

The two followed the hole and drilled into the magic array space.

"Mother!" Ning Zhuo's body shook violently, his Adam's apple rolled, and he almost spat out his inner voice.

"Senior Gray Bone!" Luo Si exclaimed.

The Gray Bone Elder was in a large gray robe, his body withered and thin; he lay flat on the ground, motionless, and no longer had any aura.

His head seemed to have been torn off by some sharp claws.

But his eyes were tightly closed, and his body had also been hastily treated.

The Buddha Doctor Meng Meng Yaoyin sat cross-legged beside the Gray Bone Elder.

One of her hands was gripping the Great Snake Sickle, and the bottom of the sickle was deeply inserted into the giant stone slab.

She had lost half of her body, as well as half an arm and a left leg. From the huge broken part, one could see the internal mechanism, which was completely twisted and deformed.

At the wound, the spirit threads were broken inch by inch, like silk ribbons hanging down.

Jade marrow spirit liquid, condensing faint Buddha light, dripped down from the cracks bit by bit.

There were scorched black holes, cracks frozen by cold ice, and terrifying penetrating wounds.

The Buddha Doctor Meng Meng Yaoyin's head hung low, stained with blood and dust. Her left eye was already a black hole, and the mechanism inside had been completely destroyed, leaving only a few broken spirit threads.

She should have fallen, rather than sitting cross-legged with her upper body upright. The Great Snake Sickle leaning on the ground gave her the only support.

Ning Zhuo keenly noticed that the Buddha Doctor Meng Meng Yaoyin's only remaining right hand had its five fingers clamped tightly onto the sickle handle like iron pliers.

Her knuckles were even somewhat twisted and deformed due to extreme force, as if she wished to merge with this fierce weapon, revealing a fighting will to fight a strong enemy to the death and protect her loved ones!

Ning Zhuo's eye sockets were red, and he finally could not help but whisper: "Mother!"

This call made Luo Si immediately cast his gaze over.

Huge sorrow and boundless terror filled Ning Zhuo's body and mind. He knelt on the ground and threw himself in front of the Buddha Doctor Meng Meng Yaoyin.

The Buddha Doctor Meng Meng Yaoyin had no reaction; it was dead silent.

Ning Zhuo suppressed his heart and mind, which were almost cracking, and with uncontrollable trembling in his fingertips, he carefully checked the condition of this broken immortal puppet.

The Buddha Doctor Meng Meng Yaoyin's spirituality had completely disappeared!

This made Ning Zhuo's heart and soul shatter, and he was almost about to collapse directly.

He suddenly understood that he had also paid an extremely heavy price to destroy the River of Oblivion Prefect's century-long scheme.

And this price was something he could not accept at all!

Click.

Just at this moment, a faint sound, like a mechanical spring releasing, came out.

Afterward, a jade slip slid out from the Buddha Doctor Meng Meng Yaoyin's body. Ning Zhuo reached out subconsciously and caught it in his hand before it hit the ground.

Luo Si also had red eye sockets and knelt beside the Gray Bone Elder. He was temporarily attracted by the strange sound and looked at Ning Zhuo with a full of sorrow and a probing look.

Ning Zhuo immediately sank his spiritual sense into the jade slip.

The next moment, his heart and mind were shocked.

Because the content in this jade slip was left specifically for him by his mother.

"Zhuo'er, do not despair. Mother has not truly perished, but has used strange methods to retain a breath of aura. In the future, go to the Wanxiang Sect, open Mother's cave dwelling, and take all the items. When the Great Snake Sickle trembles, the time will have come. Please cremate Mother's belongings from her lifetime, and you will be able to reproduce the spiritual light."

"At that time, perhaps Mother will be able to turn misfortune into a blessing and master more mysteries of the strange path."

When Ning Zhuo saw this content, his tears stopped immediately, as if he had returned to the world of the living from hell.

"Mother!" He slumped on the ground, without any strength left, feeling even more exhausted than he had on the sacrificial altar battlefield not long ago.

Fortunately, fortunately, everything still had room for redemption.

The content in the jade slip was not small, and after Ning Zhuo recovered, he immediately continued reading.

"The Water Burial Valley has become a desperate place. Alas, although I joined forces with Senior Gray Bone to kill the strong enemy, I failed to save him in the end."

"Zhuo'er, the River of Oblivion Prefect will never give up! You must leave here immediately, leave the Underworld! Do not stay for even a moment!"

"The City Lord of the White Paper Xiancheng—you need to be cautious and guard against this person. Whether the River of Oblivion Prefect wins or loses, for the White Paper Xiancheng, times have changed."

"Therefore, you must properly settle the Qingjiao Army."

"Not only must you let them stay in the Yin Tide Black Wet Swamp, but you must also let them enter the Underworld from time to time."

"Mother obtained guidance from Senior Gray Bone and explored quite a few of the Xuan Su Scholar's backhands. You can use these backhands, in coordination with the army type, to let them shuttle between Yin and Yang and continue to exert influence in the swamp."

"You need to take care of Seeing Qing Chi personally! I believe you already have some guesses about her. These doubts will all be answered in the future."

"You must never let her continue to stay in the Qingjiao Army, nor can you leave her in the White Paper Xiancheng. This will all put her life in danger."

"Take her away and go to the Wanxiang Sect together."

"Before Senior Gray Bone died, he allowed me to pass on the 'Water Burial Harmony Merit Accumulation Sutra' to you."

"You need to diligently cultivate this Daoist sutra, accumulate merit, and eliminate the hatred of the Underworld Heaven toward you—"

"When you arrive at the Wanxiang Sect, you can look for—she is Mother's close friend, you can try to trust her."

"Mother also has a paper talisman industry in the Wanxiang Sect. If you reveal your identity, you should be able to inherit it."

"Do you still remember what Mother told you? Do not explore the Chaos Fate Gate; your current strength is still far from enough."

Ning Zhuo stood in place, for a moment like a clay sculpture or a wooden carving.

Mother's message, every word like a heavy hammer, knocked on his heart.

The various arrangements, between the lines, all revealed a mother's love and worry for her son.