I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

To the east of Fengdu City, a rushing river flows past the city.

The river was covered with thick fog. No one could be seen more than a hundred steps away. The water was rippling and the waves were rolling. I had no idea how wide the river was or how far away the other side was.

Fengdu was surrounded by walls on three sides, except for the river. There was nothing within a hundred feet of the river, except for a ten-foot-high platform that was half a mile square and sat on the river bank.

There stands a stone tablet in front of the high platform - [Wangxiangtai].

In the center of Wangxiangtai is a stone bridge without guardrails, one end of which is connected to Wangxiangtai and the other end crosses Wangchuan River, plunging into the depths of fog with no end. This stone bridge is the famous [Naihe Bridge].

On the left side of the Wangxiang Terrace is a colorful stone about ten feet high, in red, yellow and green colors, with three large characters "Sansheng Stone" engraved on it.

On the right side, there was a large earthenware pot half the height of a person, with a blue ghost fire at the bottom of the pot, and clear water in the pot was boiling slightly, with blue smoke curling up. There was a stone platform next to the pot, and on the platform was a stone bowl, with half a bowl of liquid as clear as wine in the bowl, emitting a wisp of hot steam.

The soup was still boiling in the pot, but the person who cooked the soup was nowhere to be found.

"Is this the Forgotten River? It is indeed extremely dangerous."

The Black Wind Monster and the Black Mountain Old Demon came to the Wangxiang Terrace. Even though they were dozens of feet away, they could still clearly feel the terrible aura in the Wangchuan River. He had a feeling that if he got close to the river, something bad would definitely happen.

"You, come over here."

The Black Mountain Demon pointed at the Naihe Bridge and issued a stern order to one of his Yaksha ghosts.

"My Lord, I dare not..."

"If you don't go, I will eat you right now!"

"Yes Yes……"

The Yaksha ghost who was named had no choice but to move towards the Naihe Bridge cautiously with a sad face and dejected look.

When he was fifty feet away from the bank of the Wangchuan River, his eyes suddenly became wide open, his gaze dull, and his movements stiffened. Like a puppet being manipulated, he walked step by step towards the edge of the Wangxiang Terrace.

He did not step onto the Naihe Bridge, but jumped into the Wangchuan River.

There was a pop.

After falling into the water, the Yaksha ghost sank directly to the bottom and disappeared after a splash.

The Black Wind Monster's scalp tingled at what he saw.

He had no idea what was going on. Why did the Yaksha ghost suddenly go crazy?

"You, get on the bridge!"

The Black Mountain Old Demon frowned and ordered his demon subordinates with a dark face to go forward and test.

As a result, no matter how high or low their cultivation level is, whether they are alive or dead, as long as they get close to a certain range of the Wangchuan River, they will lose their souls and jump into the river to commit suicide.

The Black Mountain Old Demon tried to use magic to bring people back, but upon inspection he found that these demons were missing one soul and three spirits, and some were even missing three souls and seven spirits, leaving only an empty shell.

The two demons suddenly felt very troubled.

I'm afraid that if the two of them tried it themselves, they would get the same result.

The Black Mountain Demon asked his demons to try the Meng Po soup.

As a result, the demons who drank Meng Po's soup immediately became confused and dazed, as if they had lost their souls. Then, under some invisible guidance, they staggered onto the Naihe Bridge.

This time I finally didn’t jump into the river.

But after walking a short distance on the bridge, some dozens of steps, some dozens of steps, all the demons and monsters who had drunk Meng Po's soup lost their balance and fell from the Naihe Bridge. They still could not escape the fate of sinking to the bottom of the river.

The Black Mountain Old Demon and the Black Wind Monster fell into silence, looking worried.

The Forgetful River and the Naihe Bridge possessed some kind of power that they could not understand. With their level of cultivation, they could not figure out what was going on at all, and there was no trace of any magic.

It was as if [the demon falling into the Forgotten River] was some kind of natural law that would take for granted and would happen as long as the conditions were met.

The Black Mountain Old Demon sighed, "Brother, it seems that this Naihe Bridge is not simple. That Lu Zhidao is most likely using some secret method to hide on the other side of the bridge?"

"Brother, what's on the other side of the bridge?"

"I don't know either, brother. I have never heard of anyone who has been to the Naihe Bridge and can come back. All those who have crossed the Naihe Bridge have either been reincarnated or fallen into the Wangchuan River and will never be able to be reborn."

"Hiss - what should we do? If that Lu really hid the Book of Life and Death on the other side of the bridge, then we will never be able to get it, right?"

"Don't panic, my dear brother. I have another solution."

A quarter of an hour later, Wangxiang Terrace was filled with huge black stones.

A sharp whistling sound was heard, and in the swirling black wind, pieces of black stones of varying sizes were lifted high into the sky and then thrown out at an accelerated speed.

The Black Mountain Demon sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully feeling the whereabouts of each black stone.

These black stones come from his Black Mountain body, and are the embodiment of his spiritual clone. The Black Mountain Old Demon can sense the situation around the black stones through this spiritual clone.

The mountains have become spirits, so there is no vulnerable part. Every stone can be the incarnation of the old monster.

The Black Mountain Old Demon himself has comprehended an extremely powerful innate magical power that allows him to not only devour souls to strengthen himself, but also split himself into millions of clones.

Of course, if it is just a simple clone with weak strength, it is meaningless.

Normally, the Black Mountain Old Demon concentrates his strength to create an avatar, which transforms into a human form. This humanoid clone possesses the strength of an earthly immortal.

Now it is perfect for exploring the mysterious Forgotten River.

The Black Wind Demon gathered his strength and threw out pieces of black stone. The black stones instantly sank into the clouds and disappeared without a trace.

The Black Mountain Demon could feel that these black stones flew several miles away in an instant and finally crashed into a soft object.

[…It’s water! ]

[It’s the Forgotten River! ]

[I see! I understand!]

[There is always a way out. There is always a way out! Hahahaha! ]

Feeling that the black stone fell into some liquid and was broken down and disappeared by an irresistible force, the Black Mountain Demon opened his eyes and laughed with joy.

"Brother, come down. I have found a way!"

The Black Wind Monster immediately landed and asked curiously, "What's the solution?"

The Black Mountain Old Demon smiled mysteriously and kept the Black Wind Monster in suspense for a while before uttering two words after whetting the Black Wind Monster's appetite.

"Move mountains!"

A quarter of an hour later.

With a loud roar and surrounded by a huge tornado, half of the Black Mountain Range rose into the air and flew towards the sky above the Forgotten River.

"Brother, I can't hold it anymore!"

"Hold on, bro! We're almost there!"

With the combined efforts of the two great demons from the celestial realm, a black mountain range that was several miles long and weighed more than hundreds of billions of pounds was moved to the sky above the Forgotten River.

Then the wind direction suddenly changed, and the Black Wind Monster accelerated the Black Mountain and threw it towards the surface of the Forgotten River.

"Brother, is this all right?"

"My dear brother, trust me. Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk!"

The huge mountain fell on the Wangchuan River like a falling meteorite, and the water surface was instantly broken, leaving a huge depression. Huge waves hundreds of feet high surged to the riverside and swept through Fengdu.

The many demons under the Black Mountain Demon who stayed in Fengdu were in trouble. They were washed away by the water of the Wangchuan River and fell into the water. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a pool of clear water and became part of the Wangchuan River.