Immortal Creation.

Chapter 650 Forgetful Crossing the Sky on the Returning Raft
Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin said solemnly, "I'm not joking with you, nor am I trying to make a fool of you."

"Xiao Sun, you have taken care of my son for many years, and I am endlessly grateful to you."

"Your infiltration of the Immortal City this time was aided by divine protection and unexpected assistance."

"On the contrary, it is extremely dangerous on my side! I only regret that we do not have enough troops; the more the better."

Sun Lingtong frowned: "Could it be that the Gray Bone Elder is facing an existential crisis?"

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin nodded slowly with a solemn expression.

Sun Lingtong's heart sank immediately, and she couldn't help but think to herself, "For my aunt to take this so seriously, the enemies in the Water Burial Valley might be even more terrifying than those in the Forgotten River Immortal City!"

"After all, if the Lord of Wangchuan's century-old conspiracy is truly thwarted this time, the role and contribution of the Old Man of Gray Bones will be absolutely enormous."

"My aunt received guidance from the Gray Bone Elder before she passed away. Without the Gray Bone Elder's planning, we would never have been able to have two armies of cultivators."

"If I were the Lord of the River of Oblivion, once I knew the truth, I would definitely hate the Old Man of Gray Bones to death and would get rid of him as soon as possible!"

"My aunt was doing this for my own good, so she deliberately separated from me..."

"But how can I cross the River of Oblivion and enter the Immortal City?"

Sun Lingtong looked at the wide river in front of her, quite perplexed.

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin has already led her army on a new journey. Before leaving, she reached out and grasped a wisp of energy from her body, condensing it into a ball of light that glowed faintly.

"This is my aura, which can be used to conceal you and help you pass through the city gate."

Sun Lingtong accepted the gift with both hands, then looked up at the Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin, whose chariot was gradually accelerating.

Sun Lingtong looked at the chariot's retreating figure and called out, "Auntie, how am I supposed to cross the river?"

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin transmitted her thoughts: "Little Sun, it's not that I don't want to continue guiding you."

"It's because my state is special; I am no longer a living being, much less a ghost or god. This awakening, coupled with my continuous calculations, has already caused fluctuations in my destiny. If I were to give you too much guidance, it would be counterproductive. You should just let things take their natural course."

After giving her instructions, she led her army of paper figures away with a thunderous roar, carrying a solemn fighting spirit, heading to another battlefield.

Sun Lingtong, a young boy, was left behind alone.

He stared at the vast, boundless river, momentarily at a loss, unsure of what to do.

If this were his first time here, he might try to use some magic or thieving techniques, and then suffer some hardship.

But he had met Luo Si before, and this experience gave him a deeper understanding and awe of the River of Oblivion.

Luo Si was a Nascent Soul level cultivator, appointed as a general to lead the army in attacking the White Paper Immortal City, so his strength was naturally quite outstanding. Even so, he only dared to sit on the riverbank and fish by the river, and dared not easily wade into the water.

"Wait, something's not right, something's not right!"

Sun Lingtong suddenly had a thought and realized a key point: "There are many residents in the Immortal City of Oblivion. It is impossible for everyone to be a great power. It is impossible for anyone to cross the River of Oblivion on their own."

"With so many people, they must have a stable passage that allows them to easily enter the Forgotten River Immortal City. Perhaps it's a teleportation array or something."

Thinking of this crucial point, Sun Lingtong immediately perked up.

He immediately walked along the river to begin his investigation.

Before long, he passed through the vast river mist and saw a ferry crossing.

"As expected, as expected! My idea was right." Sun Lingtong's spirits lifted, filled with excitement, yet also wary, as she approached the ferry.

The ferry crossing was quite rudimentary, and a group of cultivators were already waiting inside.

Out of caution, Sun Lingtong first observed from a distance. He discovered that among these waiting beings were not only soul cultivators, but also various ghosts. Their cultivation levels varied greatly, with the highest being the Golden Core stage, but there was only one; a few were Foundation Establishment cultivators, and most were Qi Refining stage cultivators. The majority, however, were mortals.

Sun Lingtong lowered her guard slightly.

He touched his face. At this moment, he was naturally in the form of a ghost cultivator from the underworld. After confirming that his disguise was still effective, he casually walked into the ferry.

His arrival did not attract much attention, but as he strolled around the ferry crossing, he drew more and more stares.

This ferry crossing was really quite rudimentary; Sun Lingtong could see everything clearly and didn't gain much.

His gaze eventually fell upon the cultivators, and seeing them line up in silence, he couldn't help but be amazed by their orderly demeanor.

Sun Lingtong stood at the front of the group, carefully considering his words, wanting to probe for information, when the ghost cultivator closest to him suddenly spoke up: "Young man, do you want to join the Forgotten River Immortal City?"

“Ah? Yes.” Sun Lingtong nodded.

The ghost cultivator who spoke up grinned widely, revealing a warm smile: "Then you can line up in front of me."

Sun Lingtong was taken aback.

No sooner had this ghost cultivator finished speaking than other ghosts and soul cultivators began to speak in succession.

"Put it in front of me! Put it in front of me!"

"Why should I cut in line? I'm ahead of you, buddy, come over here."

"Come on, come on, I'll give you my seat."

The waiting monks were very enthusiastic and courteous.

Sun Lingtong was quick-witted by nature and immediately sensed the strangeness and eeriness hidden beneath the excessive enthusiasm.

Seeing his hesitation, the soul cultivators became even noisier, vying to help Sun Lingtong. Some of the ghosts even glared with bloodshot eyes, revealing their ferocious expressions, but forcibly suppressed them.

Sun Lingtong decisively moved away from these people and walked to the back of the line.

After he reached the back of the line, the ghosts and soul cultivators all shut up. Some snorted in dissatisfaction, while others turned to glance at Sun Lingtong, their sinister gazes almost impossible to conceal.

"Kid, you're not stupid. Staying at the back of the line will only do you good."

An old man suddenly spoke up. He was in front of Sun Lingtong in line, originally last, but now second to last.

Sun Lingtong glanced over and saw that it was a human soul cultivator, so she tried to ask, "Old man, is there any explanation for this?"

The old man nodded: "They want to accumulate good deeds and do good, seizing every opportunity to accumulate merit."

"But there is a huge difference between truly accumulating good deeds and what they do."

"Like me, I am truly accumulating good deeds and doing good with a kind heart!"

The old man spoke without hiding his thoughts from others, nor did he use his divine sense to transmit his ideas.

Upon hearing these words, many ghosts and soul cultivators were enraged, turning around to glare angrily. "Old man, stop talking nonsense!"

"Who do you think you are, daring to teach your ghost grandfather to do good deeds?"

"Are you looking down on us? You're just being hypocritical!"

The old man provoked the crowd's anger, but he chuckled and turned to Sun Lingtong, saying with a smile, "You just wait and see, kid."

After saying this, he turned his head and looked directly at the crowd, glaring and shouting angrily: "What are you yelling for?! You bunch of idiots, if you have the guts, come and hit me!"

"Don't worry, I'm very weak and my cultivation is poor. I'm only at the Qi Refining stage, no different from ordinary people."

"You could kill me with one punch! Come on, punch me in the chest. I promise I'll be dead in no time!"

Upon hearing his words, the crowd that had been shouting just moments before immediately fell silent.

Sun Lingtong, observing their expressions, immediately realized that these people were all severely intimidated.

The old man's "overcoming the strong with the weak" made Sun Lingtong realize at that moment that even before entering the Immortal City of Oblivion, he was already subject to certain rules of the Immortal City.

"Could it be that this Immortal City of Oblivion values ​​respecting the elderly and caring for the young, and accumulating virtue and doing good deeds?" he asked the old man.

The old man nodded: "The rules of the Forgotten River Immortal City are very strict. All soul cultivators and ghosts entering the city must undergo rigorous screening."

"The key content of the review is whether there is any sin, how much sin there is, whether there is any virtue, and how much virtue there is."

"The fewer sins one has and the more virtue one possesses, the easier it will be to enter the Immortal City and obtain the qualifications of a citizen."

"At this Forget-Love Ferry, you must also abide by the rules. Shouting, cutting in line, etc., may anger Yun Xiao's reflection and prevent you from boarding the Sky Return Chariot."

The more Sun Lingtong listened, the more questions she had, and she couldn't help but ask, "Wait a minute, old man. What is this Yunxiao Reflection? And what is the Empty Return Chariot? Is it a ferry?"

The old man was taken aback when he heard him ask this: "Boy, you want to enter the Forgotten River Immortal City, and you don't even know these two things?"

Sun Lingtong thought to herself that her background as a "newcomer" had been exposed, so she decisively shook her head: "I don't know."

The old man sighed and said sincerely, "You little brat, you're lucky to have met me."

"Let me tell you."

"All the ferry crossings and boats on the River of Oblivion are related to two sage predecessors."

"They are a couple of cultivators. The female cultivator is named Yueyi, and the male cultivator is called Yunxiao."

"The two were a perfect match, their love harmonious and profound, they explored the Dao together, their affection as deep as the sea, and they vowed to achieve immortality together."

"Senior Yueyi was as gentle as the moonlight, with a pure heart, and often did good deeds. In the face of a sudden collapse of the illusory realm, in order to protect the living beings of the area, Senior Yueyi sacrificed herself to the formation, and her spirit perished, her soul falling into the underworld."

"Senior Yun Xiao was heartbroken and his Dao heart was almost shattered. Without her on the path to immortality, even a lifespan of ten thousand years would be nothing more than an eternal shackle of loneliness."

"Ignoring the advice of his fellow practitioners, he abandoned the path of cultivation and, with his own strength and courage, forcibly opened the road to the Yellow Springs and plunged into the depths of the underworld, breaking through several hells in succession."

"This journey was truly fraught with countless hardships and near-death experiences. He slayed evil spirits blocking his path with his sword, withstood the bone-chilling winds, and traversed the desolate and fiery lands of the ghost race, disregarding their strict rules. What sustained him was only that unwavering obsession in his heart—to find her and bring her back!"

"Finally, after going through countless tribulations, he followed the familiar aura on his Daoist partner's soul and found this place, perhaps standing right where we are standing today."

"It is on the banks of the River of Oblivion, which has stood for eternity."

"The waves surged, the stench of blood filled the air, and countless twisted ghosts struggled, sank, and howled in the filthy river, emitting heart-wrenching cries. Then, after being washed and cleansed by the River of Oblivion, their past memories were erased, their intense emotions were shed, and they were able to find release and peace, rising to the surface."

"Senior Yun Xiao has finally found Senior Yue Yi here. However, his joy and anxiety could not elicit any response from Senior Yue Yi."

"Senior Yueyi has been immersed for too long, washing away too many emotions and memories. When she saw Senior Yunxiao, she frowned slightly, as if she had made an effort to recall, but in the end it was all in vain."

"Although Senior Yunxiao found his Daoist partner, it was a pity that this was the result. He tried to retrieve Senior Yueyi's lost emotions and memories, but these were scattered in the boundless waters of the River of Oblivion. Even Senior Yunxiao was powerless to do anything about it."

"He stood on the banks of the River of Oblivion with the numb soul of his Daoist companion, trying for seven days and seven nights. In the end, all his sacrifices, all his journeys, and all his perseverance gradually turned into a despair colder than the waters of the River of Oblivion."

"In despair, he was overcome with grief and roared to the sky. In the roar, he disregarded the consequences and unleashed his full power and omnipotence."

"His roar mingled with the sound of the river waves, and all his cultivation and talent were deeply imprinted on the banks of the River of Oblivion, transforming into numerous ferry crossings and boats."

“Every ferry crossing and ferry is identical in design; they are called the Forget-Love Ferry and the Empty Return Ferry.”

Sun Lingtong listened intently, murmuring and savoring the two names. Unlike before, he could now feel the grief, despair, sorrow, and countless other emotions contained within them.

The old man continued, "Because Senior Yun Xiao is a sage of the righteous path, anyone who enters this Forget-Love Ferry must abide by the rules."

“Poor behavior, such as fighting, arguing, or even making loud noises, can lead to being removed from the Forgetfulness Crossing. The worst thing is that once someone has been expelled, they will never be able to enter the Forgetfulness Crossing again.”

"The empty return raft has limited space, and each time we take a ride, we only select the top ten performers."

"The best performance here is in the various aspects of the Forgetful Crossing."

"Only by taking the empty return raft can we reach the Immortal City of Forgetfulness."

Sun Lingtong suddenly realized what had happened. Staring at the long line in front of him, he thought, "So all that time they let me cut in line was a setup to frame me and show off!"

He opened his mouth slightly, about to continue asking for guidance, when suddenly, a cloud appeared, condensing into a cultivator, dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves, looking ethereal, with his back to everyone, while his face was gazing at the surface of the River of Oblivion, watching the passing by leisurely.

The Forgetful Crossing immediately fell silent.

The old man was the same, staring wide-eyed at the figure's back.

Sun Lingtong stared at it, and recalling the previous introduction, she immediately guessed the truth: "Could this be Yun Xiao's reflection?"

Just a few breaths after Yun Xiao's reflection appeared, mist rose around him, as if a thick fog had risen from the river.

A ferry gradually drifted in from the vast river mist.

The ferry was also very rudimentary and not very spacious.

Sun Lingtong couldn't help but think, "No wonder the old man just said that he would only recruit the top ten cultivators."

Yun Xiao's reflection waved to the Sky Return Chariot, which then sped up and docked at the ferry crossing.

Yun Xiao's reflection waved his sleeve.

The next moment, the old man who had helped Sun Lingtong disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared, he was already on the ferry, the first passenger on the empty return raft!

(End of this chapter)