Because of the battle between the White Bone God and Zhuang Ting, the entire Maplewood City had sunk into the gap between the Netherworld and the Modern World.
It became an ugly scar that could not be erased from the Zhuang territory, lying between Wangjiang City and Sanshan City.
Outside the city, there was a Life Tablet. The material was precious and inscribed with array patterns. It had already become a magic artifact.
It was said that the inscription on the tablet was personally written by the Zhuang Emperor. The imperial edict had sinned himself and made the White Bone Path his national enemy. The purpose of this tablet was to appease the souls of the dead and comfort the living.
However, only those who could truly see the Netherworld understood that this Life Tablet had no meaning other than fooling the people.
Because it was scratching an itch outside the Maplewood City, it could not appease anyone.
The current Maplewood City did not belong to the Netherworld, nor did it exist in the Modern World.
This also meant that the souls wandering around here would never be able to transcend and never be reincarnated.
They would suffer for eternity.
Unless Zhuang Gaoxian personally entered the gap between the two worlds, his pitiful citizens would not have a chance of being appeased. However, the Maplewood City that had been eroded by the Netherworld Qi was almost half of the White Bone God's home ground. How could the ruler of a country take such a risk?
The silence in the Maplewood City was almost maddening.
Ling He remembered that there were sounds here at first.
Cries, shouts, howls, cries of pain, curses, sobs …
Those sounds were very sad and uncomfortable to listen to, but after all, there were still sounds.
Later, as the Netherworld Qi gradually spread, those sounds disappeared bit by bit.
They had disappeared for a long time.
He had watched the little girl with a ponytail in his arms die.
Her breath and temperature left her little body bit by bit.
No matter how hard he tried, rummaging through the ruins for food and medicine, he could not stop her from leaving.
At that time, Ling He suddenly realized. He had saved her from the roof beam, or he had only made her suffer more.
"Big Brother, Big Brother! Why didn't you save me? "
"We worked hard, paid taxes to the country, and supported your cultivation. You are a transcendent cultivator! Why didn't you protect us? "
"I'm in so much pain, I'm in so much pain …"
Ling He shook his head and tried to shake these images and voices out of his mind.
It was all just a painful hallucination.
But it was these painful illusions that reminded him that he was still alive.
More and more moments of absent-mindedness made Ling He realize that he didn't have much time left to be conscious. In such a place, no one could avoid the corrosion of the Netherworld Aura.
But every time he woke up, he would do his own thing.
He was doing a very simple thing — burying all the corpses he could see, digging and filling graves for each of them, chanting for deliverance.
People believed. Only when one is buried can one be at peace. The earth is a compassionate mother who embraces all her lost children.
The first person he buried was the little girl with the ponytail.
He didn't even know her name.
A small grave outside the Illustrious Virtue Hall was her new home.
Ling He recited the "Taishang Salvation Scripture" for her to release her soul.
The Taishang Salvation Sutra itself did not have any specific spells or supernatural powers, but it was indeed a sutra that all Daoists knew how to recite.
There was a history of this scripture.
According to legend, in ancient times, there was a hunter who went deep into the mountains to shoot a tiger. There, he met a Taoist priest under a pine tree.
The Taoist priest said that he was plagued by sin and that his time was coming to an end. He asked him what his plans were.
The hunter begged to extend his life. The Taoist priest made him swear to throw away his bow and never kill again. This way, after he died, the Taoist priest would release him.
The hunter agreed and left.
That winter, the hunter suddenly fell ill and died. But there was still a finger on his left hand that was warm.
His family did not bury him immediately.
Three days later, the hunter was revived.
According to him, when he died, two messengers in yellow led him to the underworld with official documents.
One of the officials held a black book and said to him, "You have sinned deeply. You should go to hell!"
He was terrified. He suddenly thought of the Taoist priest and prayed in his heart.
At this time, auspicious clouds appeared in the northwest sky. The Taoist priest sat in a cloud carriage and descended from the sky, hanging in front of the hall.
The officials in the underworld bowed to him. The Taoist priest said, "I have a disciple here. I am here to release his soul." With that, he took out a scripture and gave it to the hunter, ordering him to recite it.
After the hunter finished reciting the scripture, the Taoist priest disappeared.
At this time, one of the messengers in yellow led the hunter to his house. Hearing the sound of crying in the house, the hunter was revived.
All of this was like a dream.
But the hunter sat there and recalled the scripture, writing it down without missing a single word.
After that, he recited the scripture every day. A few years later, he left home to cultivate, disappearing without a trace.
But this scripture was also copied and spread, becoming a Taoist scripture.
Its name was the 《Taishang Salvation Scripture》.
In today's world, there were many schools of thought. When cultivators choose a school, most of them consider the power of their techniques, the depth of their foundation, and the size of their school.
However, many people had forgotten the original spirit and ideals of these sects and schools.
For example, the Confucian school, educating without discrimination and opening up the wisdom of the people.
For example, the Legalist school, establishing rules and binding the world.
For example, the Taoist school was not only the oldest cultivation school. Its earliest birth was the beginning of the path of cultivation where countless people fought bravely and summed up the path of cultivation.
For example, praying for blessings, releasing the souls of the dead, and so on, was one of the duties of the Taoist priests.
But in today's world, how many cultivators were high above, looking down on all living things?
In a world where great power belonged to oneself, the strong were always strong, and the weak were always sad.
The cracks in the ground destroyed the entire Maplewood City, but after everything calmed down, the land seemed to silently accept the ruins.
Ling He found the corpses of people one by one from the ruins and buried them one by one.
First, he buried all the children in Mingde Hall and their teachers.
Then, he buried Xuanwu Street, Qingmu Avenue, Pegasus Alley …
Bit by bit, he walked forward, leaving behind one grave after another.
No one pitied this land, no one saved the people here, and no one released their souls.
Then, Ling He would do it.
This was a destined vast project, and he might not be able to complete it in his lifetime.
Not to mention that his "life" was destined to be short.
Perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps the next moment, he would be completely corroded by the Netherworld Qi. Just like everyone else in this city, they would die without anyone knowing.
But before he died, he still had to do it.
…
Far away in Qi, Jiang Wang didn't know that there was still someone struggling to move forward in the dead Maplewood City.
Just like Du Yehu, who was becoming more and more silent and bloodthirsty in Jiujiang County, he didn't know how hard Xiaowu, who he had always despised for being lazy, was working now.
At least at this moment, everyone was moving forward alone.
They couldn't see the road ahead, couldn't see hope.
It was the same. They never stopped.
They didn't know that in a distant place, someone was responding to them from afar.
They all thought that the response was only in their hearts.
This was an extremely difficult path.
It was like this for everyone.
…
Jiang Wang didn't relax for a moment. The Divine Ability Inner Palace had considerable potential, but before it was realized, it was only potential.
At this moment, he was already sitting in a carriage and was heading toward Chiyang County.
In the carriage, the Illusory Flower Extinguished, the Crown of Thorns formed and dispersed.
He was making use of the time to repeatedly practice the three new Dao techniques he had obtained.
The benefits of laying the foundation for the Heavenly Cycle Star Formation were now fully displayed. He almost didn't have to worry about the consumption of Dao Energy.
Of course, this trip to Chiyang County was also to increase his strength.
For him, as long as it was a Dao technique that had been passed down in the world, he had a way to deal with it, no matter how strong it was.
At least until now, the three major sword moves that he had learned from his experiences and merged into his sword arts were his most powerful techniques.
But before that, he needed a truly good sword.
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