After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

Wei Qing and Huo Wubing put away their spears and swords.

The opponent's formidable fighting prowess impressed both of them.

The enemy general was allowed to commit suicide.

To preserve the final dignity of a great general is to respect his character and achievements.

When Wang Jian was dying.

Zhou Yi then allowed him to commit suicide.

He destroyed the Three Kingdoms, swept away the Eight Kingdoms, and helped Emperor Ying unify the world.

However, he was killed by a junior from three thousand years later, and Wang Ben was unwilling to accept it.

Since death is inevitable, I might as well end it myself.

"Suicide?"

Zhou Yi sneered.

With a wave of his hand, a broken sword flew from the ground into his hand.

He slashed horizontally across the chest with his sword, saying:

"You do not deserve!"

Even those with outstanding military achievements but poor character do not deserve respect.

The dazzling sword light exploded like the sun, filling the world with brilliant white light.

"Clothes!"

Wang Ben sighed inwardly and gave up resisting.

He couldn't dodge that move.

Previously, he thought that Huo and Wei working together was already formidable.

Unexpectedly, the more powerful sword strike came from the refined young man.

All of a sudden.

Wang Ben was amazed.

To die from such a powerful attack is something I can be proud of.

With a slight smile, he gave up on being reborn.

Land-based immortals can indeed be reborn indefinitely.

But so what?

Given the opponent's precise control over the chaotic void, they could easily force him into the chaotic void.

He chose to release the essence of the terrestrial immortals to nourish this world.

This can be considered his last act of kindness towards this world.

……

"Pong!"

A massive amount of spiritual energy is released from the fragments of flesh and blood, returning to nature.

The essence of the terrestrial immortals dripped down, merging into the hot river of blood that carried boats on the water.

The blood, which was gradually congealing, merged with the essence of the terrestrial immortals, and suddenly became full of vitality.

The flowing river of blood seemed to have a life of its own.

Every drop of blood seemed to be cheering and jumping for joy.

On the ground battlefield, the last enemy soldier was killed.

The blood of the rebels flowed into the Blood River.

After collecting the last soul, Hu Die stepped through the air and arrived at the place where Wang Ben had perished.

The "Looking-Homeward Terrace" was brought forth, and Wang Ben's soul entered the magical artifact.

Zhou Yi and the other three landed back on the ground.

The sixth prince and the second prince, leading the Iron Army and the Flying Army, saluted the generals.

Annihilate Wang Ben's army and eliminate another major threat to the imperial court.

Everyone admired Zhou Yi immensely.

Strategic planning leads to victory from afar.

Not only did they annihilate the enemy, but they also provided the two princes and the general with ample experience.

With such an outstanding heir, how could the Great Qian Dynasty not prosper?

After bowing to Zhou Yi, Wei Qing and Huo Wubing led their troops back to the city.

……

Zhou Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the ravine.

Drops of hot blood flowed from the battlefield, merging into a crimson river of blood.

The Blood River seemed to possess a spirit, autonomously absorbing the surrounding blood as it flowed in.

The stench of blood was overwhelming. Hu Die's delicate nose wrinkled slightly as she said:

"This is... a river?"

Looking at the winding valley, Zhou Yi said:

"This place is called the River of Oblivion. This river should be called the River of Oblivion."

"The River of Oblivion?" Hu Die murmured softly.

For some reason, she felt a sense of familiarity.

……

The underworld, at the Bridge of Helplessness.

Several spirits crossed the riverbed and reached the other side.

Meng Po poured a bowl of soup into the riverbed and said bitterly:

"I'll drown you scum!"

Seeing Hu Die and Zhou Yi approaching, a sly smile appeared on her withered face.

She handed him a bowl of soup and mechanically repeated:

"Guest, please have some soup."

Zhou Yi ignored her and walked straight to the dry riverbed.

By manipulating the dragon veins, he communicated with heaven and earth, drawing the River of Oblivion away from the surface.

Then, with great magical power, he moved it into the underworld.

Crimson blood churned, and the River of Oblivion twisted and turned like a red centipede.

The "red centipede" pierced through layers of black mist and yin energy, flying low over the underworld.

The intense, yang-like bloodlust startled the wandering souls, causing them to scatter and hide.

"Hua Hua Hua..."

Blood cascaded down from mid-air and poured into the dried-up riverbed.

The spirits that had been wandering in the riverbed scrambled up to the banks in a panic.

Those who couldn't escape were surrounded and devoured by the masculine flow of blood...

A series of shrill screams rang out as they writhed in the river of blood, suffering the torment of the Yang Sha attacking their hearts.

……

The River of Oblivion is churning with blood and evil.

With a long history, the underworld is divided into two parts.

To reach the other side, one must cross the Naihe Bridge.

"Quack quack..."

Meng Po laughed happily, "That's right, that's right."

As if to reward Zhou Yi, she scooped up a large bowl of soup, handed it to him, and said:

"Guest, please have some soup."

Hu Die took the bowl and poured the soup back into the vat.

She looked towards the direction of the village platform and asked:

What should be done with the souls of Wang Ben's soldiers?

"Let's put it in the river." Zhou Yi glanced at the River of Oblivion.

He had absolutely no liking for that group of vicious villains.

Hu Die nodded; she also disliked people who would readily massacre entire villages.

She raised her hands, and the magic treasure of the Looking-Homeward Platform floated in mid-air.

Three hundred thousand souls were released and plunged into the churning River of Oblivion.

The pain of the Yang Sha devouring the heart torments every soul.

They roared and rolled around...

"Quack quack..."

Meng Po grinned, her dry lips parting in a wicked, happy smile.

The soup in the bowl had long since turned as black as ink.

……

Standing before the Terrace of Longing for Home.

Hu Die made a hand seal with both hands.

Wang Ben, in his spirit form, floated out from the stage.

He glanced around curiously, his eyes filled with endless confusion.

"General, this is the underworld..."

Previously, the spirit that came with Wang Jian explained everything about the underworld to him in detail.

Even after death, one can continue to "live".

It was Zhou Yi and Hu Die who learned all this.

The hatred in his eyes had greatly diminished when he looked at Zhou Yi.

Even when he was alive, he was no match for his opponent.

Needless to say, given the current situation.

Military generals rarely complain when their skills are inferior to others.

What's more, the other party also allowed him to continue "living" in spirit form.

After bowing to Zhou Yi and the other man, Wang Ben ascended the steps and headed towards the top of Wangxiangtai.

There, he saw a familiar figure.

Father, that's his father.

He was sitting on the edge of the stage, gazing towards the battlefield.

"You've arrived?" Wang Jian asked calmly.

It seemed he knew all along that his son would inevitably follow in his footsteps.

"Sigh—" Wang Ben sighed and sat down next to his father.

His gaze also fell upon the battlefield from before.

Those souls who manage to come here are considered lucky.

When they died, Hu Die was nearby, and thus took them into the underworld.

Countless others perished, their bodies and souls ultimately extinguished.

Many of their soldiers were like that.

"If all the dead could enter the underworld, it would be a blessing for all living beings."

Wang Jian sighed.

He had investigated and found that the underworld was completely independent of the outside world.

The only entrance is sealed by the dragon vein.

Only Zhou Yi and Hu Die are allowed to enter and exit.

For the souls of the deceased in the outside world who wish to enter the underworld, there is truly "no way to enter."

Upon seeing Zhou Yi, Wang Jian gracefully descended the stage, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and requested:

"King Yi has the world and all living beings in his heart, why not open the underworld and accept all the dead?"

Wang Ben quietly tugged at his father's clothes from behind.

This is essentially Zhou Yi's private property; it would be excessive to demand that others open their doors wide.

To everyone's surprise, Zhou Yi smiled slightly and said:

"Yes, it will, but it depends on passing through the gates of hell."

gate of hell?

The Wang father and son exchanged a glance, not knowing what it was.

However, I am genuinely happy that more souls of the deceased are going to the underworld.

The father and son bowed deeply to Zhou Yi's retreating figure.

The deepest bow was filled with respect.

Dynasties changed and wars broke out everywhere, and military geniuses and strategists appeared like fish crossing a river.

Like the Great Qian Yi King, there are many who are decisive in killing and wielding.

Only Prince Yi could be considered the epitome of benevolence.