Reborn as a snake, creating a magic method in the real world

As the water of the Yellow Spring rolled, the runes on the ancient bridge became brighter and brighter, as if guiding the way for the upcoming souls.

The monks stood at the bridgehead, feeling an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

They witnessed one heart-wrenching scene after another, as souls slowly rose from the water of the Yellow Spring. Their figures were blurry, as if shrouded in mist, but their empty eyes and distorted faces revealed endless pain and despair.

These souls walked across the ancient bridge with heavy steps, and every step seemed to tell the joys and sorrows of their lives.

They had no words, only empty eyes, as if they were examining the soul of every monk.

The monks retreated involuntarily, and many of them began to doubt, could this really be the legendary underworld?

In the endless legends of the underworld, there is a mysterious place that absorbs the souls of all living beings, condenses the golden wheel of good deeds, and provides space for the souls to be reincarnated.

This is the hub of the transformation of all souls, the boundary between life and death, and the end of all secrets.

An unprecedented shock surged in the hearts of the monks. How could they come here inexplicably?

Are they all dead?

Long Ling's face became extremely solemn. He clenched his fists and chanted ancient spells in a low voice to summon the white bone image, trying to communicate with these soul shadows.

But the soul shadows seemed unable to hear any sound, and just moved forward mechanically, and were eventually swallowed up by the other side of the underworld and disappeared into the endless darkness.

"This is impossible, how could we die?" A young monk's voice trembled, his eyes full of fear and disbelief.

"Quiet!" Long Ling stopped him, her voice revealing a hint of firmness, "We are not dead yet. Although this place is weird, our bodies are still here, we are still breathing, and our hearts are beating. This is undoubtedly the illusion of the underworld, but we are alive, which means we still have hope of getting out."

The monks looked at each other, and there was a hint of determination in their eyes.

They are all strong people who have gone through countless hardships to get to where they are today, and they will not give up easily.

However, at this moment, a strange laugh suddenly came from the other end of the ancient bridge. The laughter was full of ridicule and madness, as if mocking the ignorance and insignificance of the monks.

The monks turned around and saw a huge black shadow slowly condensing in the fog. Its shape kept changing, sometimes like a huge skeleton, and sometimes like a hideous evil ghost.

"Welcome to the underworld, foolish creature." The shadow made a harsh voice, which was full of the breath of death. "This is the destination of your soul and the end of your destiny."

The monks grasped their weapons tightly, and they were no longer facing physical enemies, but soul devourers, or even more likely guardians of the underworld.

"Everyone be careful, this might be the gatekeeper of the underworld." Long Ling warned, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, "Its power is different from any power we know of."

The black shadow let out a wild laugh, and its figure suddenly split into countless small shadows, which pounced towards the monks like evil spirits.

The monks' spells and magic weapons seemed to have lost their effect in front of these small shadows. They easily penetrated the monks' defenses and struck their souls.

The monks felt unprecedented fear, their souls seemed to tremble under the attacks of these small shadows, and began to realize that the battle here was no longer a contest of strength, but a confrontation of souls.

Long Ling took a deep breath and began to chant an even more ancient spell. He drew complex trajectories in the air, forming a huge light shield that protected the monks.

There was a golden light flickering on the light shield. It was the Yin De Golden Wheel condensed by the dragon spirit. Its power counteracted the power of the underworld and protected the souls of the monks.

"We can't just sit here and wait for death. We must find a way out." Long Ling said loudly, with a hint of determination in his voice. "Although the underworld is terrifying, it also has rules. As long as we find the rules, we can find a way out."

The monks nodded and began to look for possible clues on the ancient bridge.

They discovered that the runes on the ancient bridge seemed to be guiding a certain path. These runes were related to the rules of the underworld, and they were the key to life.

An elderly monk suddenly spoke up, his voice revealing a hint of wisdom and calmness: "I understand, these runes are the guidance of the underworld. They tell us that only by letting go of our obsessions can we find a way out."

The monks began to try to let go of their fears and obsessions, and their souls were purified in the process.

They found that when they let go of their obsession, the power of those evil ghosts began to weaken and they could no longer easily penetrate the monks' defenses.

"Found it!" A young monk shouted excitedly, with hope in his eyes. "As long as we let go of our obsession, we can weaken the power of these evil spirits."

The monks began to concentrate, and their souls were sublimated in the process.

They discovered that when their souls were purified, the runes on the ancient bridge began to glow more brightly, as if pointing a path to life.

The dragon spirit led the monks along this path, and their souls were sublimated in the process.

They discovered that when their souls were purified, a light began to appear at the other end of the ancient bridge, which was the exit to life.

The monks followed the dragon spirit closely, and their souls were sublimated in the process.

As the monks stepped onto the ancient bridge, their footsteps were heavy and slow.

With every step the monks took, the runes on the ancient bridge emitted a faint light, as if responding to their souls.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared in their vision. Scenes of past memories unfolded on the bridge like phantoms, shocking and panicking each of them.

The memories are so real that it is as if they are reliving those pivotal moments in their lives.

Some monks saw the vows they made when they were young, some saw the separation of their loved ones, and others saw the mistakes and regrets they had made.

These memories were like sharp blades, piercing their hearts and causing them to stop and fall into deep contemplation.

"What's going on?" A monk's voice trembled, his eyes full of confusion and fear.

Long Ling took a deep breath, his eyes firm and deep, as if he could see through the secrets behind all these illusions. "This is the power of the ancient bridge. It is testing us and making us face our past. Only when we truly let go of the past can we move on."

The monks looked at each other and knew that Long Ling’s words were correct.

They began to work on calming their minds, trying to find strength in these memories rather than being troubled by them.

On the ancient bridge, every step the monks took seemed extremely heavy.

The monks' steps were no longer firm. Images of the past were reflected in their eyes. Those memories sealed by time unfolded before them like awakened ghosts.

Every monk was in deep shock. Their hearts were shackled by the regrets of the past. Sadness and remorse surged like a tide, almost drowning them.

An old monk saw a scene from his youth, which was the scene before his master's death.

The master held him tightly in his skinny hands, his eyes full of expectation and reluctance, but he failed to complete the master's last wishes due to his momentary hesitation.

That scene, like a thorn, pierced deeply into his heart, and he still cannot let it go.

His steps staggered, and the regret in his heart was like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Tears flashed in his eyes, revealing a deep sense of self-blame and powerlessness.

He knew that if he had been more resolute at that time, perhaps everything would be different, but now, he could only move on with this regret.

Another monk named Yun Fei saw his hometown, the village destroyed by war.

He saw his parents, desperately calling out his name in the flames, but he had been away from home because of his cultivation and was unable to protect them when they needed him most.

That scene, like a sharp knife, cut his heart.

Yun Fei's hands were shaking, his eyes were filled with tears, and his heart was filled with longing for his parents and anger at his own powerlessness.

He knew that choosing the path of cultivation meant giving up reuniting with his family, but now, how he wished he could go back to the past, even if only to see them again.

There was also a young nun who saw her childhood sweetheart, who died at the claws of a wild beast while trying to save her the day before their wedding.

She saw her lover's last smile, a smile that was meant to reassure her, but she didn't have the time to tell him that she was willing to give up everything just to be with him.

The nun's tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Her heart felt as if it was torn apart. The pain made it almost impossible for her to stand.

She knew that her lover was no longer with her, but she had to keep moving forward. This was an opportunity her lover had exchanged for his life, and she couldn't give up.

Every monk has his own regrets, and these regrets are like chains, entangled in their hearts and preventing them from being free.

Some of them even began to doubt whether they should continue to move forward or go back to the past to make up for those regrets.

However, at this moment, Long Ling's voice sounded again. Although the voice was hoarse, it was full of power: "We all have regrets and pasts, but these are the price we pay for our growth. We can't go back to the past, but we can turn these regrets into strength and keep moving forward."

His words were like morning bells and evening drums, awakening the monks who were obsessed with the past.

They knew that Long Ling was right. They could not dwell on the past and had to let it go before they could move on.

Yun Fei clenched his fists, a determined light flashed in his eyes. He knew that he had to turn his longing for his parents into strength to protect more lives and complete the protection that he had failed to complete.

The nun wiped away her tears, a determined light flashed in her eyes, and she turned her longing for her lover into strength to help more people and complete her lover's unfinished business.

One by one, the monks cheered themselves up and began to face their regrets and accept their past.

They know that these regrets are part of their lives and marks of their growth.

As their mentality changed, the runes on the ancient bridge began to emit a softer light, and the passing images gradually became blurred and finally dissipated into the air.

The monks' steps became firm again and they continued to move forward. Although there was still sadness and regret in their hearts, their eyes were full of determination and hope.

As their mindsets changed, the phantoms gradually became blurred and eventually dissipated into the air.

When they finally walked across the ancient bridge, the scene before them shocked them again.

At the end of the ancient bridge, a decaying old ship was quietly moored there. It was as black as ink and in tatters, as if it would fall apart at any time.

However, a mysterious light hanging on the bow was flashing a cold light, as if calling them.

"It seems that this ancient ship is definitely the only chance to leave this place." Long Ling said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the ancient ship.

Although the monks were filled with doubts, they knew they had no other choice.

They had to step onto the ancient ship to continue their journey, and they walked onto the ship carefully. The wooden boards under their feet creaked, as if protesting against their weight.