Capítulo 1156: Chapter 1155: News of Senior Brother
The two remained silent for a long ti, feeling similarly lost about the future, which inadvertently brought them closer together.
Hou Niao turned to leave, but suddenly rembered sothing, “Chong Ling from the Anhe Daoist Sect left over two hundred years ago. Is he still in the Underworld?”
After their previous exchange, the whereabouts of these souls in the Underworld were no longer a concern, and Jie Wuyou answered quickly,
“He reincarnated decades ago, but I can’t tell you where he was born because…”
Hou Niao interrupted him with a smile, “That’s the right way, Jie, even if you were willing to say, I might not dare to listen… So, has Xiang Zhiwen from the Quanzhen Sect in Shan Country reincarnated?”
He didn’t ask about his own parents, not because he didn’t want to, but because they were destined to have reincarnated many tis by now and had long forgotten him.
Mortals enter the Underworld and reincarnate within a hundred years. Calculating this, soone like old Hou has at least reincarnated twice, drank the ngpo Soup at least twice, and even their appearance has changed completely to that of another person, so it’s completely unnecessary.
However, the spiritual strength of cultivators far surpasses that of mortals. They need more ti in the Underworld to eliminate the cultivation consciousness deep engraved in their souls, which prolongs their reincarnation ti. That’s why he can only inquire about the Daoist couples of these cultivators upon arriving in the Underworld.
Jie Wuyou checked, “Xiang Zhiwen? Hmm, he’s still in the Underworld. His spiritual power is quite resilient. He has yet to let go of the sword cultivator’s ambition and therefore cannot reincarnate yet…”
After so conversation, they had a good impression of each other. Jie Wuyou invited, “Would Hou like to accompany to visit the Yama Hall?”
His invitation wasn’t on a whim, but out of curiosity to see how Chujiang King would react upon eting this sword cultivator. Even as a soul ghost, he was curious.
Hou Niao shook his head, “I fear it might not be proper to enter now, perhaps next ti. I have a feeling that I will visit this place often in the future, then I will trouble you, Jie; one day when you have the chance to co to the Mortal World, we can have a joyful drink together.”
Saying farewell to Jie Wuyou, Hou Niao determined the direction and began traversing layer by layer into Hell. The pirate ships, teor hamrs, rry-go-rounds, and other various entertainnt projects amazed him, having never seen such things before.
The amusent facilities here are enormous, accommodating tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of souls, presenting a spectacular scene. However, such facilities are difficult to popularize in the Mortal World, requiring many conditions, unlike the residents here who have nothing much to occupy their ti and can spend ample monts in amusent.
Manufacturing is also a big problem, for a simple reason; the players here are weightless souls who need not worry about death from falling, yet replicating the sa facilities purely for entertainnt in the Mortal World is challenging.
He was curious and wondered who reford the Underworld several thousand years ago, incorporating such things beyond normal thought. Perhaps, other boundary domains in the universe are similar?
Every layer of Hell is bustling with people, crowds like the sea. According to the rules here, every soul begins at the first layer of Hell, experiencing each layer in succession until they evolve from young souls to mature souls.
It’s akin to distribution, separating all young and mature souls into different hell layers. Of course, the cultivators here are no different; he’s been here for so long without seeing any other cultivator from the Mortal World, just truly a vast sea of people.
In every layer, besides the required amusent projects, there are different Yama Halls and several other buildings providing various life skill training, provoking amazent.
According to the explanation from the Official, while such training doesn’t inherently provide souls with abilities upon reincarnation, it subtly influences interests and hobbies after rebirth.
For example, those who study well in the Underworld are likely to beco respectful scholars upon reincarnation; individuals passionate about carpentry would have strong handiwork skills upon reaching the Mortal World, and if they worked at Chunnuan Pavilion…
Places like Chunnuan Pavilion are only found in the first and second layers of Hell. Going further down, the residual Yang energy vanishes, losing their usefulness.
Indeed, not everyone fully utilizes their expertise upon reaching the Mortal World. There are too many environntal factors at play. For mortals, true happiness is spending a lifeti making a living through their favorite skill.
This training system in the Underworld is truly an endless legacy, and the figure able to establish such a system is of an incredible stature.
Feeling emotional, he continued downward, passing through layer after layer, finally reaching the eighteenth layer, Saw Hell; ho to the Reincarnation Palace.
The entertainnt project here was roller coasters, and more than half of the ghosts residing here had already matured, making final preparations before reincarnation.
Jie Wuyou said that Xiang Zhiwen’s soul was here.
He hesitated, unsure whether to truly et his senior brother. His concern was not to alter anything, affecting his senior brother’s life trajectory, which was highly unethical. The key was he could not grasp whether such actions would benefit or harm his senior brother.
Cultivators differ from mortals; their points of focus and pursuits vary.
Yet he still ca, contemplating checking from a distance before making a final decision.
Once fulfilling this wish, it might be ti for him to leave the Underworld; for now, he had no other concrete objectives here.
The Yin Prison Cave Heaven felt sowhat redundant, coming or not made no difference as he couldn’t discern any purpose.
In the eighteenth layer, even though souls were divided into eighteen groups, each layer still held billions of souls, making it difficult to find one person without Jie Wuyou’s assistance, simplifying everything.
He took out a Yin paper crane with Xiang Zhiwen’s na written by Jie Wuyou, threw it into the air, and the Yin paper crane flew in a certain direction.
This direction was neither towards the Reincarnation Palace nor the roller coaster. Unlike other layers, the eighteenth layer only had these two buildings, and the rest was shrouded in limitless Yin fog, so dense that even Divine Sense struggled to penetrate it.
Finding soone under such conditions was akin to a blind man catching a mouse.
Floating along, he noticed countless mature souls converging in the direction of the Yin paper crane, like drops of water forming streams, rging into a vast river, flowing grandly.
Why were the mature souls flying there? His heart brimd with curiosity.
When countless mature souls carried him to the final destination, everything beca clear.
A rushing river, murky waves surging, and upon the river a six-arched bridge, in the bridge’s center stood a white-haired elderly lady, smiling as she handed bowls of soup to each passing mature soul…
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