I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling was also looking at Gu Youzhi.

Unlike other ghosts in the Ghost Dao Ancient Treasures, Gu Youzhi's eyes were deep and clear. In his eyes, Chen Ling saw his appreciation, emotion, and... pity for herself?

"Senior, could you be more specific?" Chen Ling knew that Gu Youzhi must have calculated something specific, and he didn't want to play tricks on him anymore, so he asked directly.

"It's not that I don't want to remind you... If the Divine Dao could reveal the future at will, then this world would have been in chaos long ago." Gu Youzhi smiled bitterly.

"What's more, your own fate is still uncertain. If I speak rashly, it will affect your judgment."

Chen Ling felt a little regretful, but only “a little”.

He would not pin all his hopes on divination. He believed more in what he saw before his eyes than in those illusory things.

The River Styx continued to flow beneath their feet, and the outline of the opposite bank slowly emerged on the other side of the river.

Gu Youzhi slowly stopped.

He raised his hand slightly and saluted Chen Ling:

"Young friend Chen Ling, we've already crossed the Styx... This old man can only take you this far."

Chen Ling glanced at the nearby opposite bank and knew that Gu Youzhi could not cross the Styx River. He could not help but ask:

"Senior Gu is a demigod of divination, but haven't you ever thought about finding a way to resurrect from the dead? Being stuck in the Styx for a thousand years must be quite painful and lonely, right?"

"Haha, I certainly have a way to bring the dead back to life..." Gu Youzhi pointed to the ground beneath his feet, "Ordinary people cannot be resurrected after death because their souls will completely fall into the ghost realm and there is no way to escape.

But for a ninth-rank demigod, after death, the soul will split into two, one part falling into the ghost realm, and the other part being stored in the corresponding ancient Shinto treasure. If one can find a way to combine the two into one, they can complete the 'reincarnation of the soul'."

Chen Ling was a little surprised. This was the first time he had heard of a demigod's soul being split in two after death. He immediately asked:

"Then why doesn't Senior Gu try to find a way to 'return the soul'?"

"There are two difficulties in 'Return of the Soul'." Gu Youzhi held up two fingers.

“First, since he is a demigod who has achieved enlightenment through heaven and earth, his soul will inevitably become the foundation stone of the ancient Shinto treasure after his death. It will be extremely difficult to bring it out.

Secondly, even if one completes the 'return of the soul', one will not have a physical body. If one stays in the world of the living for too long, the soul will be scattered... Unless one finds a physical body that is exactly the same as the one's previous divine path and is highly compatible with it, and takes it over, then it can be considered a complete resurrection... But in this process, the soul of the original owner of the physical body is very likely to tear the remaining soul apart.

Furthermore, resurrection from the dead is truly against the will of Heaven, and will be unacceptable to both the Way of Ghosts and the Way of Heaven. Even if resurrected briefly, it will not end well in the end."

Gu Youzhi put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky above his head, and sighed:

"I have no regrets in my life, so why should I go against fate?"

Chen Ling was thoughtful.

From this point of view, the difficulty of resurrecting from the dead is indeed quite great... and Chen Ling believes what Gu Youzhi said, "It won't end well." After all, when it comes to destiny and future, the opinions of the demigod of the Divine Dao should be the most authoritative.

"My dear friend Chen Ling, before you leave, I would like to give you a few words." Gu Youzhi's expression gradually became serious.

Chen Ling stood on the shore, slightly startled, then looked solemnly at the old figure in the Styx, quietly waiting for him to speak.

"The sky is dizzy and the earth is dark, and all living things are falling;"

"A thousand kills are not evil, the red boat can carry you through suffering."

After saying these sixteen words, Gu Youzhi's figure gradually faded in the Styx, as if he was about to return to the rolling Styx... He gently bowed to Chen Ling:

"Friend Chen Ling... we'll meet again if fate allows."

Gu Youzhi's voice gradually became ethereal, and as his figure completely faded away, all that was left before Chen Ling's eyes was the rolling River Styx, emitting a dim glow in the dead silence and darkness.

Chen Ling muttered these sixteen words, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Gu Youzhi was unable to provide Chen Ling with specific information, so he could only leave hints in this relatively vague way. Chen Ling could not understand its content now, but when the time was right, perhaps he would be able to give him some guidance.

Perhaps, these sixteen words were the main reason why Gu Youzhi came to see him.

Chen Ling carefully memorized these words, turned around and walked through the ghost town towards the Temple of the Dead.

at this time,

An ancient murderous aura rising into the sky gushed out from another area of ​​the Styx!

Chen Ling paused slightly as he was about to leave, and immediately looked in that direction... His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

……

A figure wearing black murderous armor was struggling to move forward in the River Styx.

Huge waves piled up one after another, continuously hitting the figure, washing over him with tens of thousands of souls, a scale nearly a hundred times greater than what Chen Ling faced!

In the second half of the Styx, Chen Ling walked peacefully, seemingly not because the ghosts really couldn't do anything to him...

Instead, Guidao shifted all his attention here.

It sensed the remnant soul that shouldn't exist here!

Chen Ling killed a special envoy of the Ghost Path, so he naturally became the number one enemy of the Ghost Path; but compared with this, the Ghost Path could not tolerate a remnant soul sneaking in here and kidnapping its special envoy, trying to complete the "soul return" under its nose!

A monstrous wave of "cause and effect" surged in the Styx, so massive that it could be seen from anywhere in the Styx's basin...

That is the horrific "cause and effect" that killed hundreds of thousands of people!

In comparison, the "cause and effect" caused by those killed by Chen Ling was as docile as sheep, not even on the same level as Bai Qi's. Under such a large-scale impact, it seemed as if even the existence of demigods would be directly wiped out.

"How dare you step into the Styx?" Da'an, who was cut into a human stick, spoke calmly.

"Even you wouldn't be able to endure hundreds of thousands of baptisms of death... This isn't a matter of determination. Your soul and the soul of this body's original owner will be completely obliterated like a stone worn away by water."

Black-eyed Jian Changsheng... no, or rather, Bai Qi.

Bai Qi seemed to be deaf to Da'an's voice, or perhaps his soul was completely trapped in the "cause and effect" killing game at this moment, and he could not hear Da'an's voice at all.

Jian Changsheng's body seemed to be really stuck in a quagmire, moving forward mechanically and stiffly. His thunder-strangling finger was tightly stuck on Da'an's neck, and the murderous aura seemed to have its own consciousness, constantly devouring the opponent's flesh and blood, making it impossible for his body to recover.

Looking at Jian Changsheng's strange black eyes, Daan seemed to realize something:

"I see……"

"You stepped into the Styx not to cross it..."

"Are you trying to use your own karma to resolve the soul of this body's original owner?"