519: Sea of Red Spider Lilies

“This Netherworld Ship is full and about to depart. The rest of you, quickly retreat and wait for the next one!”

A ferryman shouted sternly, but a large number of specters still surrounded the Netherworld Ship, unwilling to leave.

“I haven’t gotten on yet! I’ve been waiting for thirty million years, it’s almost my turn, let me on quickly!”

“Bastard, it wasn’t easy for this Emperor to get a spot, why should I wait for the next one?!”

“Please, let me on…”

Boom!

“Ahhh—!”

“Ah, quickly retreat!”

The ferryman’s expression turned cold, and he raised his hand, unleashing a terrifying power of annihilation. Large swathes of specters were directly reduced to ashes, leaving only shrill screams echoing.

The other specters around immediately retreated frantically.

“Hmph, courting death!”

The ferryman coldly withdrew his hand. He only had the obligation to protect the passengers on the ship. Specters who hadn’t boarded were just a bunch of ants; he could kill them at will and no one would dare to interfere.

After dispersing the surrounding specters, the Netherworld Ship quickly departed.

Its speed was extremely fast, directly breaking through the blood-yellow waters of the River of Oblivion, stirring up ten-thousand-foot-high waves that swept countless struggling specters into the depths of the River of Oblivion, speeding towards the other shore.

Bang bang—!!

After an unknown period, several terrifying blood-colored tentacles shot out from the River of Oblivion, violently striking the Netherworld Ship, causing the entire ship to tremble.

“Hiss! What in the world is that? Such a terrifying aura!”

The specters on the ship widened their eyes in horror, gazing at the blood-colored tentacles attacking the Netherworld Ship, feeling that the aura on the tentacles was extremely terrifying and could easily crush them.

“There are actually such terrifying monsters in the River of Oblivion. I wonder if this Netherworld Ship can withstand it…”

Some specters said with worry.

The appearance of this Netherworld Ship really didn't look very sturdy.

“Ignorant!”

A ferryman heard his words and immediately scoffed, “This Netherworld Ship was personally refined by a supreme existence; it is a supreme treasure. Let alone a mere ferocious monster, even an ancient supreme expert wouldn't be able to break it!”

“A supreme treasure refined by a supreme existence?”

Many specters were startled, not expecting this strangely shaped Netherworld Ship to be so extraordinary.

Whoosh whoosh!

Just then, more blood-colored tentacles shot out from the River of Oblivion, attacking the Netherworld Ship again.

“Presumptuous!”

Boom boom!

The ferryman summoned a bronze Divine Weapon, exuding an incredibly terrifying aura, and charged towards the blood-colored tentacles, instantly turning all the attacking tentacles into blood mist.

The river surface immediately stirred up blood-yellow giant waves. At the same time, a roar transmitted through the water from the bottom of the River of Oblivion, but it dared not act rashly again.

The ferryman snorted coldly, “You ignorant thing, if you dare to act wildly again, I will slay you today!”

Many specters on the ship were horrified, not expecting these ordinary-looking ferrymen to possess such terrifying strength.

Wu Ning stayed alone in the bow area of the ship, with no specters approaching within a hundred-zhang radius. All specters would subconsciously keep away from this area.

He calmly glanced at the ferryman.

In reality, there was only one ferryman on the entire Netherworld Ship, and he was a Giant expert of considerable strength. All the other ferrymen were his Clones.

Subsequently, the Netherworld Ship continued its journey, encountering many fierce attacks along the way, all of which were easily resolved by the ferryman.

After three days and three nights.

The Netherworld Ship finally reached the other shore.

On the banks of the River of Oblivion, an endless expanse of red Mandarava flowers entered the eyes of all specters, like burning hot flames, dyeing half the sky red.

Next, all specters disembarked one after another, led by the Nine Nether Emissaries of the other shore, walking onto a seemingly endless yellow sand path, heading towards the Reincarnation Land deep within the other shore.

Wu Ning did not follow them, but walked alone along the banks of the River of Oblivion, strolling through the vast fields of Mandarava flowers.

The Nine Nether Mandarava flower, also known as Manjusaka, blooms for a thousand years, falls for a thousand years, and its flowers and leaves never meet, symbolizing the fate of Yin and Yang separation and the Reincarnation of life and death. It is the guiding flower that leads departed Souls into Reincarnation.

It blooms on both sides of the Yellow Springs Road, and is also the only scenery here.

Countless Mandarava flowers formed an endless sea of flowers, as if covering the entire world.

Each one was like a burning flame, vivid as blood, dazzling and magnificent.

These Mandarava flowers are not just beautiful; each one is a divine object, feeding on the obsessions and grievances of living beings, and also absorbing Soul Power, making them the bane of Soul bodies and ghost cultivators.

Wu Ning slowly walked towards the depths of the Mandarava flower sea, gradually seeing many high-Rank Mandarava flowers.

Some had even formed an extremely powerful flower spirit race, with a strict Rank system. The powerful Mandarava flower royalty could transform into human form and Cultivate on their own. Several ancient royal flower spirits possessed extremely terrifying strength.

They were absolutely no weaker than some ancient Giants.

These transformed Mandarava flower royalty were almost all women, with breathtakingly beautiful appearances that could topple nations, and an air of nobility and mystery.

It was like a kingdom of women in a sea of flowers.

Wu Ning continued to stroll forward, unknowingly arriving at the deepest part of the Mandarava flower sea…

In the center of the boundless red flower sea, a simple yet exquisite small wooden house stood alone.

Looking at the small wooden house, Wu Ning’s expression was slightly dazed, as if some destiny in the netherworld guided him to this place.

“Tai Cang, is that you…”

Suddenly, a woman in red appeared out of thin air in front of the wooden house, staring blankly at Wu Ning, calling out softly.

She had a pair of captivating eyes, brilliant and deep, as if containing an endless starry sky, so profound that one could get lost in them at a glance. Her skin was fairer than snow, as clear as white jade, and her face was peerlessly beautiful, breathtakingly so, causing even heaven and earth to lose their color.

Dressed in a red robe, vibrant as blood, it complemented the boundless red sea of Mandarava flowers. She stood quietly, subtly exuding an aura of nobility and majesty.

Wu Ning’s gaze narrowed. He couldn't perceive her aura at all. This woman in red was definitely a terrifying Forbidden Existence.

“Tai Cang… If I’m not mistaken, is that another name of mine from a certain life?”

Wu Ning muttered to himself.

“Fellow Daoist, have you mistaken me for someone else? My name is Wu Ning, not Tai Cang.”

“Fellow Daoist…”

The woman in red was speechless. She gazed at Wu Ning carefully, then shook her head slightly:

“Impossible!”

“How could I be mistaken? Even if you undergo a myriad of Reincarnations and change countless appearances, I could never mistake you!”

Swish!

The woman appeared in front of Wu Ning in one step, raised her hand, and took out a brilliant, rhomboid Divine Stone, nine feet nine inches tall, as clear as Colored Glaze, radiating an ethereal divine light throughout. Dao rhyme permeated it, with billions of mysterious lines intertwined within, containing an incredibly terrifying Forbidden Reincarnation power.

“This is…”

Wu Ning’s gaze fell on the Divine Stone, a slight surprise in his heart. It was actually a Forbidden treasure.