Back then, he was a god general.
He was one level higher than a god emissary, and above that would be a god master.
The power of an emissary was already at the pinnacle level. This Demon Note General was probably even stronger than Wu Zuo and Bai Sovereign King.
Only the four palace masters could match up to him.
Such a figure was invincible in the four secret regions.
Jian Wushuang had to be careful.
"You're not bad," said Demon Note General nonchalantly. "I've heard of you from Wu Zuo!"
Jian Wushuang was flattered. He didn't expect himself to be so famous. Not only did the level five emperors in the primal universe know him, but even Demon Note General knew him.
Demon Note General raised his hand, and a beam of light descended. The dark red ground below started to collapse, eventually turning into a purgatory with boiling lava.
"Entering here is only the first step. There are three bridges in this purgatory, and everything depends on your luck!"
Jian Wushuang looked at the purgatory below him, and his heart trembled. He replied, "Yes!"
Although he felt great danger, there was also a great opportunity that came along with it.
His body started to sink. From above, it looked like a purgatory, but when he reached the bottom, it was a completely different scene.
After he entered the purgatory, the ground regained its dark red color. It was as though nothing had happened.
Demon Note General slowly opened his eyes and looked through the space. He looked at Jian Wushuang and thought to himself, The favorite of the era? Is he really that powerful?
He had just recovered, and his power had recovered to its peak.
A figure who had already fallen had been revived. Although his power had recovered, he had no hope of becoming a universe master in this lifetime.
He couldn't accept it!
If that was the case, he might as well have died.
The him who was alive now was just a trace of soul that the true spirit had picked from the past timeline. Taking out a body and putting in a soul, was he really him?
Thinking about this, Demon Note General slowly closed his eyes.
After entering the purgatory, Jian Wushuang saw a narrow path in front of him. There was nothing special about it, and there was no resistance. There was no benefit in walking over. It was dark all around, and he could only follow this path. If he diverged, he might get lost.
"Interesting. This should be a special space, not a grotto-heaven!"
There was still a huge difference between special spaces and grotto-heavens.
Jian Wushuang finally reached the first bridge.
Below the bridge was scorching lava, and above the bridge were the souls of the deceased.
These souls floated about, similar to the spirits after Emperors Fall. However, they were much stronger, each at the Imperial Emperor level. They wandered about aimlessly, only moving on the bridge. There were more than a hundred of them.
Although these wandering souls were quite strong, they were all rank three Imperial Monarchs. Who were they looking down on?!
Jian Wushuang took a step forward and a myriad of sword auras erupted behind him, scattering the wandering souls on the bridge.
Ruined!
The moment the wandering souls dispersed, the bridge began to crumble. Jian Wushuang realized that he could not cross it and could only retreat. But the bridge disappeared?
"This is?"
Jian Wushuang was a little confused.
"Could it be related to the wandering souls?" He thought to himself.
If that was the case, he would at least be given a chance, such as returning to the starting point or something. What if he reached a dead end halfway?
He could not possibly fly over, right?
With such a strong pulling force, he reckoned that before he could fly over, he would fall into the magma below.
The lava could not hurt him, but the desolate beasts in the lava were all rank six Imperial Monarchs. If he fell, he would only die.
"What should I do?!" Jian Wushuang scratched his head.
He glanced at the lava below and took a step back. He could not swim over no matter what.
Even if he transformed into a desolate beast, he would be recognized. He would not be able to fool around.
He searched his surroundings, but there was nothing but weeds.
What was this purgatory refining!?
Helplessly, he could only walk towards the back.
He walked back the same way he came. This walk took him a hundred years.
When he came, he only walked for two hours, but he walked for a hundred years. Most importantly, he had not reached the place he came from.
He regretted it midway and turned back. He walked in the direction of the bridge, but he realized that he could not reach it. He could only walk to the end.
A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years.
Jian Wushuang originally had hope, but he gradually gave up. He even shouted the Demonic Note General's name to the sky, wanting to leave.
However, no matter how he shouted, no one responded in this damned place.
Slowly, he started to feel tired. As he walked, he lost his human form. His body was sloppy, like the souls on the bridge.
Just like that, he walked unconsciously, and the consciousness in his heart began to gradually fade away.
He did not know how long he had walked. His divine body's energy had been completely drained before he could replenish it. Fortunately, his physical body was indestructible. At the very least, he still looked human.
After an unknown period of time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
That figure was illusory and transparent. There was a skeleton behind the figure, which should have been left behind by the physical body.
Without the physical body and divine body, a person would only have the soul left.
As for the source energy, it was long gone.
The instant Jian Wushuang saw the figure, he seemed to see hope.
The spring water in his mustard seed erupted, instantly replenishing his divine body. Then, his eyes started to brighten, and his footsteps became faster.
He went from limping to walking normally. Then, he ran over.
This time, he did not make a move. Instead, he rushed in front of the figure, wanting to wake him up.
He now understood that those wandering souls on the bridge were probably cultivators who came here. After killing those wandering souls, they disappeared on the bridge. Although he didn't know why, he knew that it had something to do with cultivators.
Now that he finally saw a cultivator, how could he not be excited?
After seeing the appearance of the other party's soul, Jian Wushuang was surprised. Wasn't this the 'Wanyan' who had entered the Demonic Note Palace before him?
The other party was in a worse state than him. His consciousness was so weak that he could not feel anything. No matter how he shouted, he could not wake him up.
Jian Wushuang raised his hand and slapped him twice. Unfortunately, the other party was in a soul state, so he could not hit him.
In the end, he could only endure the pain and take out countless divine stones to force them to the other party.
Traces of energy gathered, and spots of light started to appear in the Wanyan's eyes. His consciousness was also gradually returning.
When the other party woke up and saw the person in front of him, he instantly became alert.
"Jian Wushuang!" The Wanyan recognized Jian Wushuang. Back when Jian Wushuang was recognized by the source energy, he had seen Jian Wushuang.
Then, he recalled everything that happened after he entered this place. He used the power of the divine stones to recover his divine body and condense his physical body. His source energy also reached the peak.
After recovering, the Wanyan quickly took out a clean robe from his mustard seed and put it on.
"Many thanks for this time!"
Jian Wushuang waved his hand and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Dao friend, did you also become like this because of that bridge?"
If that was the case, then the souls on the bridge were not for them to kill, but to save.
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