135: Reflections in the River of Forgetfulness

The pulling of the other shore flower continued, but at this moment, Li Xiangyun was hesitating whether to continue forward.

Because he could feel a dangerous aura from this space, and the eerie white bones also served as a good premonition of this.

Finally, Li Xiangyun made up his mind, "To hell with it, I'm going for it!"

So, he followed the guidance of the other shore flower and continued forward.

The putrid smell suddenly grew stronger, and as the last other shore flower disappeared into the mist, the sound of gurgling water came from ahead.

The Wangchuan River churned, carrying pale bone fragments and faded wedding dresses, its waters glowing with an eerie green light, where countless pale hands could vaguely be seen scratching beneath the surface, their fingernails creating a spine-chilling sound.

"This is the Wangchuan River!?"

Li Xiangyun looked at the suddenly appearing river in shock, his expression uncertain.

As a Cultivator of The Dao Intent of Life and Death, and having once summoned a phantom of the Wangchuan River through forbidden arts, Li Xiangyun was all too familiar with the Wangchuan River before him.

But how could this be possible!?

One must know that in the mythical legends of his previous life, after people died, they had to pass through the Ghost Gate and travel the Yellow Springs Road, with the Wangchuan River serving as the boundary between the Yellow Springs Road and the Underworld.

In other words, the Wangchuan River was the boundary river of the Underworld in mythical legends.

"Could this be the Underworld? And that dark space just now was the Realm of Life and Death!?"

The so-called Realm of Life and Death was a strange space born in the seam between the living and dead realms, filled with a peculiar black mist that often caused those who strayed into it to become lost, eventually turning into withered bones.

Thus, everything made sense.

But why did he suddenly come here?

Or had he already died?

Before he could think further, at that moment, something moved in the darkness... It was a tall, almost grotesque silhouette, a figure blacker than the night emerging from the mist. It was hunched, its long hair falling like a waterfall, obscuring where its face should have been.

When it took its first step, Li Xiangyun seemed to hear the cracking sound of bones dislocating. With each step it took, the sound of the Wangchuan River abruptly ceased, and even the struggling hands sank to the bottom of the river.

In an instant, the Wangchuan River, which had been a 'chaos of demons,' suddenly became clear again.

Only one thing remained, and that was his reflection... "This is..." Li Xiangyun's face was somewhat pale.

He saw his face in the green river water, as if he had died a tragic death.

If it were just this, Li Xiangyun would not be so. He didn't know why, but he had a faint premonition, as if this scene would happen at some point in the near future.

Just then, the figure suddenly stopped on the opposite bank, dark red liquid seeping from its flowing hair, and it suddenly let out a sharp laugh, "Once you enter the Wangchuan River, you all become withered bones."

Saying this, its scarlet eyes stared fixedly at him.

Li Xiangyun couldn't help but shiver. Although he was a little scared, the mist before him seemed to dissipate slightly.

Because these were the exact words he had spoken when fighting Zhou Huanyu.

Connecting this with the Wangchuan River, could all these changes be due to that forbidden art?

Li Xiangyun's throat suddenly tightened. He wanted to retreat but found his ankles tightly entangled by the vines of the other shore flower.

The river surface suddenly trembled violently, and those pale hands once again reached out of the water, grabbing towards his ankles.

The dark shadow on the opposite bank suddenly let out a cackling laugh, its flowing hair rising into the air like living snakes, revealing half of its face hidden in the shadows.

It was a patched-up visage; its left eye was the terrified pupil of a young girl, while its right cheek was covered with the decaying wrinkles of an old man, its crooked mouth stretched to its ears, revealing jagged fangs.

The water of the Wangchuan River suddenly surged onto the shore, and the foul-smelling waves slapped against his calves, each drop of water feeling like a scorching steel needle.

Li Xiangyun looked down and found that the other shore flower on the sole of his foot was growing wildly, its stem piercing through his skin, and its vines climbing up his blood vessels towards his heart.

Faintly, Li Xiangyun felt the aura of death.

Just at this critical moment, Cang Lanzi's voice suddenly rang in his ear, "You stinky brat, get up and cook for this old man."

"Thud~"

Accompanied by a dull thud, Li Xiangyun felt as if his head had received a heavy blow. The long-lost pain came from the top of his head, yet it made him exceptionally clear-headed.

Immediately after, everything before him was a blur. When Li Xiangyun opened his eyes again, he realized that he seemed to have returned to reality.

Before him was Cang Lanzi's smiling face, and in his hand, he held a leg bone, which he seemed to have just used to strike his head.

"Hoo~" Li Xiangyun let out a turbid breath, recovering from the strange experience he had just had.

Then he solemnly thanked him, "Thank you, Senior!"

Cang Lanzi did not object, but instead returned to his seat and grumbled, "Hurry up and cook, this old man is hungry."

"You sleep so much, do you want to starve this old man to death!?"

Li Xiangyun didn't mind. He looked around and found that there was another Yao Beast corpse beside them, but it wasn't a third-tier Yao Beast, but an ordinary second-tier Yao Beast.

This gave Li Xiangyun an indescribable feeling in his heart. After all, eating third-tier Yao Beasts every meal, although somewhat shocking, was undoubtedly greatly beneficial for his Physical Body Cultivation.

But unfortunately, this idea was clearly unrealistic.

After all, there were no more than a hundred Golden Core Cultivators in the Great Zhou Dynasty, let alone third-tier Yao Beasts.

If they ate like this, it wouldn't be long before third-tier Yao Beasts would be extinct.

Subsequently, Li Xiangyun began to process the Yao Beast meat.

While processing, Li Xiangyun realized that it was already the third watch of the day, and the forest he was in was no longer the previous one.

Apparently, the old man had taken him away from the previous forest while he was unconscious.

But where exactly was the other party taking him?

This was what Li Xiangyun had always wanted to know.

For some unknown reason, after a night of unconsciousness, the chaotic Dao Intent within Li Xiangyun's body had stabilized a lot.

This allowed him to barely use some spiritual energy. Although not much, it was undoubtedly much faster for processing and dissecting the Yao Beast corpse.

Not long after, Cang Lanzi was eating roasted meat.

While Cang Lanzi was happily eating, Li Xiangyun initiative began to recount his experiences from last night.

After he finished speaking, Li Xiangyun carefully asked, "Senior, is Junior alright?"

Cang Lanzi silently ate the roasted meat without interrupting. It was only when Li Xiangyun asked this question that he casually wiped the grease from his mouth and said, "It's nothing serious, just that someone has targeted you..."

"Someone targeted me?" Li Xiangyun frowned, "So someone was indeed behind this!?"

"Could it be Zhou Huanyu?"

"No! Zhou Huanyu alone definitely doesn't have this kind of ability!"

"Then who could it be? After all, at this stage, he only has this one enemy."

"Could it be the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

Unable to figure it out, Li Xiangyun continued to ask Cang Lanzi, "Senior, do you know who it is? And... is there any danger?"