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

"Hurry up, Your Highness."

Inside the underworld, Hu Die urged anxiously.

She has always been particularly concerned about matters concerning the underworld.

However, Zhou Yi seemed in no hurry at all.

With feet firmly planted on the scorched earth, their steps were leisurely, as if they were on a picnic in the countryside.

"Let them make a scene."

Zhou Yi was confident, "Only by making a big fuss can we follow the trail to find the bigger scoop."

Hu Die's beautiful eyes lit up, and she showed a hint of surprise.

Because of her special affinity with the underworld, she could vaguely sense the turmoil and chaos within it.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi could not only sense it.

Moreover, they were surprisingly well aware of everything that had happened.

The anxiety on her face vanished, and Hu Die's steps immediately slowed down.

Since Your Highness has the situation in the underworld under your control, there will certainly be no trouble.

With His Highness's help, even the most difficult matters can be resolved.

……

From the Terrace of Longing for Home.

The souls that had been yearning for their homeland departed hastily, one by one.

Some jogged along, while others simply floated away.

They all shared the same goal: to rush towards the Bridge of Helplessness.

The once crowded platform is now only occupied by Wang Jian and his son Wang Ben.

"Father, let's go too."

Wang Ben advised his father, "I've heard that the other side of the river is more suitable for spirits to dwell."

Wang Jian remained unmoved, his gaze still fixed on his hometown.

Only when Wang Ben became anxious did he sigh softly:

"To be able to survive in this world after death is already an immense blessing."

"Those people were not satisfied; they picked and chose, forming gangs and fighting each other."

While talking.

Zhou Yi and Hu Die strolled leisurely past the stage.

Wang Jian hurriedly stood up, took quick steps towards the Looking-Homeward Terrace, cupped his hands in greeting to Zhou Yi, and said:

"Having heard of the conflict that broke out on the other side of the river, Jian and his son, though not very capable, are willing to lend a hand."

The old general was humble and spoke sincerely.

Her gratitude towards Zhou Yi and Hu Die was impossible to hide.

With his father setting an example, Wang Ben could only grit his teeth and bow in greeting.

He also felt grateful to Zhou Yi and the other person.

However, it's just that.

He conquered kingdoms and seized cities throughout his life, invincible wherever he went.

He was easily overwhelmed by Zhou Yi and had no chance to fight back, which made him feel suffocated.

Zhou Yichong nodded with a light laugh, signaling him to follow.

He is by nature a man of few words; a smile from him is enough to show his approval of the other person.

Hu Die smiled gently at Wang Jian and said:

"Generals, please follow me."

The other person deserves respect, and she is willing to give them a way out.

Wang Jian bowed again in thanks, then stepped back a step and followed Hu Die respectfully.

Shaking his head, Wang Ben followed behind his father, feeling a pang of jealousy.

In terms of military achievements and personal cultivation, he was superior to his father.

however.

Zhou Yi walked over and passed by without even glancing at him.

"Ugh."

He sighed inwardly and followed his father dejectedly.

Although he was frustrated, he had to admit it.

Zhou Yi is a natural-born leader.

Just by standing there, he inspires a desire in others to follow him.

……

Zhou Yi walked ahead, unhurriedly.

Spirits kept rushing past them, muttering:

"Hurry, a geomantically auspicious site has been discovered on the other side."

"Hurry up, we might be able to snag a good spot too."

……

To reach the other side of the river, one must cross the River of Oblivion.

Within the River of Oblivion, crimson blood flows, never drying up.

The intense yang energy made all the souls feel extremely uncomfortable.

however.

In order to reach the other side of the river first, a soldier-like spirit gritted his teeth and stepped into the River of Oblivion.

He planned to endure the invasion of the malevolent energy into his body and forcefully cross the river.

Within the River of Blood, countless souls are suffering from the torment of malevolent energy devouring their hearts.

The soldier's forefoot had just stepped into the river of blood.

Hundreds of hands suddenly reached out from beneath the blood and pulled him into the river.

The soldiers were terrified and struggled to retreat back to the shore.

A deluge of spirits surged forth, grabbing legs, pulling arms, pressing down on heads...

The soldier screamed as he was torn to pieces, strand by strand...

In the end, it disappeared into the red river of blood.

The waves subsided, and the River of Oblivion returned to calm.

……

After becoming a spirit, floating in the air is instinctive.

A spirit resembling a swordsman floated in mid-air and flew towards the opposite bank of the River of Oblivion.

"Ouch—that hurts!"

The bloodthirsty aura invaded his body, and the swordsman's face showed pain.

Tempted by the allure of this auspicious location, he endured the pain and continued his flight.

What he didn't expect was.

With each step closer to the center of the river, the malevolent energy intensifies several times over.

Less than halfway to the center of the river, the torment of the Yang Sha devouring his body had become unbearable for him.

He suddenly turned around, abandoned his attempt to cross the Blood River, and retreated back the way he came.

"Wow—"

The blood river, with bubbles constantly rising, suddenly surged skyward.

Blood gushed down, and a giant arm emerged from the riverbed, slamming the swordsman into the water.

"Hiss, hiss..."

"Roar, roar..."

A series of piercing screams rang out as thousands of souls roared and charged forward.

Bleeding, withered claws reached for the swordsman, tearing him into pieces.

The fragments were then fought over by countless bloody hands, torn into countless strands.

hiss--

So cruel.

The souls who originally planned to fly across the River of Oblivion completely abandoned the idea and rushed towards the Bridge of Helplessness.

There is only one wooden bridge, the Bridge of Helplessness, on the River of Oblivion.

……

Bridgehead.

Meng Po stood hunched over in the middle of the bridge.

Holding a large bowl in her hand, she addressed the rushing spirits:

"Guest, please have some soup."

Souls eager to cross the river have no interest in drinking her soup.

Some even shouted directly:

"There's something wrong with this old woman's soup; drinking it will make you stupid."

As a result, no one drinks Meng Po's soup anymore.

"If you don't drink, don't even think about crossing the river from this old woman!" Meng Po said angrily.

His face, covered in wrinkles, was indeed somewhat frightening.

Although she is not good at fighting, she is, after all, a terrestrial deity.

The spirits were terrified and lingered at the bridgehead, not daring to force their way through.

however.

Although there are few terrestrial deities in the underworld, there are none.

Some spirits, confident in their cultivation, forced their way across the bridge.

Some even managed to slip across the Bridge of Helplessness while Meng Po bent down to scoop soup.

Suddenly.

The souls rushed forward, crowding onto the Bridge of Helplessness.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Meng Po tried to stop her, but it was too late.

A surging crowd squeezed past her onto the wooden bridge.

She stood helplessly by the river, at a loss for what to do.

"boom!"

Suddenly, an immense force struck, sending the souls that had squeezed onto the wooden bridge flying back to the riverbank.

Wang Jian slowly withdrew his fist.

Just now, it was he who punched all the souls back to the riverbank.

Standing in front of him were Zhou Yi and Hu Die, who had come side by side.

The spirits were filled with anger and were about to confront Wang Jian.

Upon seeing Zhou Yi and the other person, they immediately lowered their heads and remained silent.

Zhou Yi and Hu Die were known to all the spirits.

After all, they were all led to the underworld by the butterfly.

Zhou Yi walked towards the bridgehead.

A slightly eerie smile appeared on Meng Po's face as she handed over a bowl of soup with her withered, claw-like hands.

"Guest, please have some soup."

Hu Die stepped forward, took the soup, and poured it back into the jar.

Zhou Yichong raised his hand at the Bridge of Helplessness, then pointed his index finger at Meng Po's brow and said:

"Meng Po, refine it, and this bridge will be yours to manage from now on."