Immortal Creation.

Chapter 651 Entering the City
An uproar erupted at the Forgetful Ferry.

Why was he the first one to go up?

"He was clearly in last place."

"Could this be the secret technique for boarding the aerial raft? But can it really be done by simply explaining these basic facts?"

The ghosts and soul cultivators all cried out, feeling utterly bewildered.

The old man who had been guiding Sun Lingtong paused for a moment before bowing deeply to Yun Xiao's reflection: "Thank you for your great kindness and guidance, senior. I am deeply grateful and will dedicate my life to spreading your kindness and justice!"

Upon hearing his words, the Forgetful Ferry fell silent.

Even if they harbored resentment and doubt, they wisely kept silent. The reason was simple: it was Yun Xiao's reflection that had promoted the old man. To question this was to oppose Yun Xiao's reflection's decision!
Yun Xiao's reflection did not react at all, and he waved his long sleeves again.

The next moment, Sun Lingtong disappeared from her original spot and appeared on the Sky Return Chariot.

The Forgetful Ferry was in an uproar once again.

"How is this going?!"

"How did this kid get up there?"

"Why should he be allowed to go up? He's just the one being helped."

If it weren't for the rules, these soul cultivators and ghosts would probably have started a fight with the old man and the child on the Sky Return Chariot.

This is too much!
There were only ten spots available for the empty return trip, and two of them were gone in an instant.

It should be noted that the number of people queuing at the Forget-Love Ferry is far more than thirty.

The number of passengers was too limited. Sun Lingtong and the old man boarded the ship early, which almost made many ghosts and soul cultivators curse and shout that there was something fishy going on!

Sun Lingtong, who was involved in the incident, was also very confused.

He walked to the old man's side and used his divine sense to ask, "Old man, what exactly is going on?"

The old man winked at Sun Lingtong: "Actually, I have to thank you for this, kid. Consider it an old man's debt to you."

"Huh?" Sun Lingtong asked in surprise.

He was the one who was being guided and helped.

The old man looked intently at Sun Lingtong and asked, "Little devil, who were you in your previous life? What good deeds did you do to have such great merit and a pure reputation?"

"You are a really good person."

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

Sun Lingtong's pupils contracted slightly, her heart trembled, and she quickly understood the reason: How could he be such a good person, not a monk who would do anything, and who usually enjoyed stealing? How could he possibly have a clean reputation?
"It's the scent of Xiao Ning's mother that gave me this feeling."

"She said she could help me enter the Immortal City of Oblivion."

"So this aura has such great uses!"

Although she had figured it out, Sun Lingtong still pretended to be clueless, scratching her head and saying, "I don't know."

The old man patted him on the shoulder: "It's normal to lose some memories after becoming a ghost. Don't worry if you can't figure it out. I said I owe you a favor, and I will definitely make it up to you."

As the two communicated through their minds, Yun Xiao's reflection waved his sleeve repeatedly, selecting eight more people to board the aerial return raft.

Yun Xiao's reflection gradually faded and eventually disappeared into the vast river mist.

The many soul cultivators and ghosts left at the Forget-Love Ferry stared longingly or glared angrily as the empty return raft drifted away leisurely. Many people stared at Sun Lingtong and the old man, their Adam's apples bobbing, their mouths about to speak, but in the end, they didn't dare to utter a single curse word.

After all, they can continue to queue here and wait for their turn to take the ferry.

If you were to start cursing and anger Yun Xiao's reflection, and get expelled, you would never have that chance again in your entire life.

The empty raft floated slowly on the surface of the River of Oblivion.

It is not in the shape of an ordinary boat, but rather resembles a huge, slightly concave, frosty white crescent moon, or a half-withered, large lotus petal with distinct veins.

The curves at the head and tail of the boat naturally converge, with smooth lines that convey a sense of decaying beauty.

It emitted an extremely faint, almost ethereal, moon-white soft light, forming a halo shield as thin as a cicada's wing yet incredibly tough.

Sun Lingtong was restless and couldn't stay still; she paced back and forth on the empty raft.

He pinched and touched this and that.

He discovered that the material of this hollow raft was very peculiar, neither gold nor wood, neither stone nor jade.

The vessel appears to be woven from countless translucent, hair-thin glass veins, within which faint, stardust-like silver light flows slowly, like solidified tear stains.

The material filling the veins was far beyond Sun Lingtong's comprehension, making it impossible for him to discern. It was icy to the touch, yet surprisingly tough and stable, possessing both fragility and resilience after weathering countless storms, reminding Sun Lingtong of moonlight. Only solidified, cold moonlight.

The entire raft was exquisitely beautiful, yet it exuded a profound sense of loneliness and emptiness. Thinking of the story of Yun Xiao and Yue Yi, Sun Lingtong couldn't help but feel a slight sense of the endless, unfillable loss in Yun Xiao's heart.

The River of Oblivion flows swiftly.

Countless ghosts floated and struggled here, emitting silent shrieks and wails. Upon seeing the people on the empty raft, they all rushed over, revealing their despair and the malice of pulling them down with them.

The soul cultivators and ghosts on the empty return raft felt tense. They were well aware of the serious consequences of being dragged into the mess.

In addition, the raft itself doesn't feel solid; when you step on it, you have a strange feeling of floating, as if you're walking through a thick, cold fog, which makes you feel very uneasy.

The long river surged on, waves crashing against the light shield of the empty return raft, stirring up a shower of water and causing the raft to vibrate.

Each tremor triggers starlight and moonlight within the glassy veins of the boat.

The silvery starlight and the soft moonlight intertwined, steadily protecting everyone on the raft.

A hidden current intertwined, forming a vortex that trapped the Sky Returning Chariot.

For a moment, the empty return raft could only spin in place, causing everyone on board to change color and become even more tense.

Fortunately, the vortex disappeared soon after, and the empty return raft set off again.

A chilling wind howled across the River of Oblivion, the waves roared, and the wails of sinking ghosts echoed. But inside the raft, all was quiet, a stark contrast to the outside.

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

The longer they stayed, the more a deep sadness crept into their hearts, growing heavier and heavier. At the same time, they felt an emptiness within, as if a void had appeared, devoid of any meaning in life, and everything seemed utterly meaningless.

The regrets of the past and the pain of loss are magnified invisibly, yet there is nowhere to express them, tormenting everyone on the boat.

The River of Oblivion seemed endless, and everyone's sense of time became extremely blurred. Perhaps only an incense stick's time had passed, yet it felt as if a thousand years had passed. All around were boundless gloomy winds, turbid waves, and vengeful spirits, with only the empty raft beneath their feet emitting a small but firm field of light, like the only ark floating in the abyss of despair, a refuge from calamity.

In the oppressive atmosphere, the raft trembled slightly, and the moon-white light shield enveloping the empty raft quickly faded and disappeared.

The people on the raft were extremely surprised, because they discovered that they had arrived at the Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

To be precise, it is the foundation of the immortal city.

Countless enormous black pillars, like the fangs of prehistoric beasts, pierced the murky waters of the River of Oblivion, some winding and others straight, reaching towards the sky.

The place where the empty raft docked could barely be considered a "pier"—a few uneven, extremely slippery stone steps extended from beneath the dark waterline, disappearing into the shadows of the stone pillars. The turbid waves surged and crashed just inches below, the filthy spray almost splashing onto one's feet, and the mournful cries and wails of vengeful spirits mingled with the eerie wind that echoed between the stone pillars.

As soon as Sun Lingtong stepped out of the empty raft, she was enveloped by a biting, cold wind.

He carefully climbed the stone steps, making his way up.

There were no railings on the stone steps; the path was narrow and slippery, and beside them flowed the turbulent River of Oblivion. The higher they climbed, the more tense they became, for a single misstep could send them plunging into the abyss of the river.

Once the altitude exceeded halfway, the cold wind grew stronger, howling past with a chilling force.

An eerie gray-white mist drifted around, capable of draining people's spirit and energy.

The closer one is to the immortal city, the more vitality there is—the more vines grow, able to entangle one's ankles, and even ghosts and spirits cannot escape them.

The countless white bones weathered in the cracks of the rocks silently tell the story of the fate of those who failed in their climb.

When Sun Lingtong and her group first set off, there were ten people in total.

When they reached the finish line, only four people remained.

Sun Lingtong felt as if his limbs and bones were filled with lead, and his heart was filled with negative emotions such as fear and despair, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted.

The old man kept his promise and helped Sun Lingtong climb the mountain multiple times along the way.

Upon arriving at the enormous city gate, Sun Lingtong collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to move and panting heavily.

The other three weren't much better off.

The stone platform was wide and icy cold. The walls of the Forgotten River Immortal City towered high, like an iron curtain hanging from the sky.

Rumble…

Sensing the arrival of the four newcomers, including Sun Lingtong, the heavy city gates slowly opened.

At the very top of the city gate hangs a precious mirror.

The bronze mirror, with its iron-gray patina, has also developed a bluish-red hue. The mirror surface is like murky mercury, with swirling gray-black sand visible beneath, and a pale bluish phosphorescence.

It is indeed the Mirror of Misfortune.

Some were lying on the ground, others were sitting, all panting as they stared at the Mirror of Retribution.

a long time.

The first one to recover stood up, took a proper step, and slowly walked towards the open door.

Om-!
The ancient bronze mirror suddenly trembled, its hum almost shrill, tearing the silence apart.

Suddenly, a beam of blue light burst forth from the mirror, causing a sharp pain in people's eyes.

“Uh…”

The ghost cultivator who was shot let out a miserable scream, and his whole body burst into black and red flames. Then, under the blue mirror light, the flames dissipated quickly, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Sun Lingtong and the others' pupils shrank sharply, greatly surprised.

The vanished ghost cultivator, possessing the cultivation level of a Golden Core cultivator, was utterly powerless to resist and was even more vulnerable than an infant under the azure light.

Once the Mirror of Evil is activated, it never stops.

After the pale blue beam of light destroyed the first ghost cultivator, it swept across the area and struck the old man who had helped Sun Lingtong.

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

He persevered with all his might, his entire body emitting wisps of white smoke in the mirror light, trembling violently.

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

Sun Lingtong's heart jumped into her throat.

In that instant, he felt as if he had been stripped naked and placed in the freezing cold, with all his past sins exposed!

Just when he thought he was doomed, the aura in his arms suddenly emanated and enveloped his entire body.

This aura emanates from the Buddhist physician Meng Yaoyin!
Under the azure light, the aura displayed a magnificent golden glow, along with a bluish-white light, like auspicious clouds rising.

The originally cold and harsh, pale green light, carrying an aura of judgment and destruction, suddenly became soft and warm above the golden clouds and auspicious clouds.

The mirror sensed the merit and purity, and its buzzing subsided, as if it had acknowledged it.

The old man transmitted his thoughts: "My God, kid, just how many good deeds did you do in your life?"

He was on the verge of collapse, so he quietly stole a few wisps of energy and added them to himself.

The blue light that shone on the two of them quickly dissipated.

The lingering blue light still enveloped the fourth person for a moment, illuminating him until he was severely injured and unconscious, before slowly dissipating.

The old man looked at the fourth person with lingering fear and explained to Sun Lingtong, "Although he didn't pass, his sins weren't too serious, so he was spared. Once he recovers, he can return the way he came and take the empty return raft back to the other side of the river."

Sun Lingtong squinted and stared at the old man, scrutinizing him.

The old man waved his hand at him: "I am ashamed, young friend, I have benefited from your kindness again. I will definitely repay you greatly after we enter the city."

Sun Lingtong hummed in agreement before turning her head away.

He walked in front, and the old man walked behind him. The two of them walked through the city gate and officially entered the Wangchuan Immortal City!
Meanwhile, on another route.

The thunderous roar of hooves signaled the arrival of a massive, undead cavalry force marching onward.

The cavalrymen were all ghosts, some with blue faces and fangs, others with red hair and demonic eyes. But the bone-bladed battle flags fluttering in the wind, the gleaming crescent-shaped broadswords, the compressed, sky-splitting spears made of talisman paper, and the black-blooded paper horses all revealed their true identity—the Qingjiao Army!

After Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi, and others split up with Sun Lingtong and Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin, they also set off for the battlefield.

The reason they can transform into various ghosts is due to a spell inherent to the Qingjiao soldiers, called [Human-Ghost Face].

Soldiers can thus become either fully human or completely undead.

However, battle flags, weapons, and the like cannot be covered, thus creating openings.

Fortunately, their marching route was quite remote, and even if they encountered scattered ghosts and soul cultivators along the way, it was not a big deal.

"Above us is the altar for the Heavenly Ghost Incarnation Ceremony!" Following the directions of the Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin, Ning Zhuo arrived at the correct location.

He and Qingchi and the others looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds covering the sky, with occasional flashes of scarlet color, like lightning in thunderclouds.

Qingchi was in a dilemma: "The altar is high in the sky, how are we supposed to get up there?"

Few in the Qingjiao Army possess the ability to fly.

Ning Zhuo, however, was confident. He had already devised a solution during the march. Immediately, he said, "This is easy to handle; we can use the sacrificial ceremony at the military camp."

(End of this chapter)