The torment of millions of years, the pain of being devoured by insects and snakes.

Moreover, watching the one he loves pass away time and again, crossing the Naihe Bridge, drinking the Wangchuan River water.

Mo Wangchen cannot imagine the person in that bloody water.

To what extent must that obsession be powerful?

He stood for a long time, unable to calm his heart.

So many injustices in the world, their meanings elusive.

The person in the bloody water hopes to see the figure of their beloved, but also wishes the opposite, for each appearance means their beloved has died once more.

Earlier, when he led the souls of Yao Yuntian across the Reincarnation Bridge, the person in the bloody water had opened their eyes and looked at them, the hope and sorrow in those eyes, now Mo Wangchen understands.

He has waited here for millions of years for someone, not knowing how long it will take to see them once, yet in his heart, he does not want them to appear here.

Is this not another kind of suffering?

Perhaps for the person in the bloody water, this suffering is even harder to endure than being devoured by insects and snakes.

Naihe Bridge, to meet in this life, wherefore reunion in the next…

"Netherworld Envoy, a day in the mansion is a year in the human world, you do not have much time, after sending these two across, go resolve your own doubts." It was unknown how long had passed when Mengpo's voice came to his ear.

"You know why I came here?" Mo Wangchen was surprised, looking at her.

Without speaking, Mengpo just smiled, then took out two bowls of Wangchuan River water, handing them to Yao Yuntian.

"Drink it, I'll see you off into reincarnation…" Mo Wangchen looked at the two of them, then sighed.

"Even in an endless era, we dare not forget the grace of our master!" The two knelt in tears, and upon finishing speaking, drank the Wangchuan River water in front of Mo Wangchen.

"Buzz…"

The void trembled slightly, and then the aura of death surrounding Yao Yuntian gradually dissipated.

Their souls seemed to have been liberated, no longer deathly spirits, but instead a holy aura emerged, as if they were born anew.

They looked at Mo Wangchen in bewilderment, their gaze unfamiliar, as if seeing him for the first time.

"Buzz..."

Soon after, it seemed as if an inexplicable force from the depths of the Netherworld pulled them away, their bodies drifting afar and eventually disappeared from Mo Wangchen's sight.

"Netherworld Envoy, you are not a dead spirit, proceed along this path, walk forty-nine steps, and you can enter the Netherworld, where you should find the answers you need." Mengpo pointed forward.

After crossing the Naihe Bridge, there are two forks, and the path Mengpo pointed to is exactly opposite the one Yao Yuntian took.

This immediately made Mo Wangchen frown, his first aim was to send Yao Yuntian into reincarnation, and second, to ascertain why Yuyu's soul could not be traced.

At this moment, the path Yao Yuntian took naturally was the Reincarnation Road, but Mengpo gave him a different path.

Where does this path lead to?

Could it be that Yuyu's soul is at the end of this path?

With such thoughts in mind, he did not hesitate much, walked forward, and counted forty-nine steps, finally stopping.

"Buzz..."

Space shook, and the next moment, Mo Wangchen's consciousness seemed temporarily lost, when his vision returned.

He found himself in another place.

"Wooo…"

Fierce winds howled, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, looking into the distance, Mo Wangchen found himself in a human purgatory.

Not far, a soul was nailed to a stone pillar, a ghost soldier wielded a Soul Beating Whip, whipping their soul, the screams were terrifying.

Such a scene was not isolated, Mo Wangchen continued forward, seeing many similar events along the way.

All around was shocking, and Mo Wangchen's brow furrowed even tighter, was Yuyu's soul really here?

"Stop!"

After an unspecified time, he approached an entrance, a staircase of bones descending into the depths.

Two ghost soldiers guarded the entrance, blocking Mo Wangchen's path.

"Buzz..."

Mo Wangchen extended his palm, revealing the Dao Pattern in his hand.

"Netherworld Envoy!"

The ghost soldiers were astonished, kneeling, puzzled by why a Netherworld Envoy would come to this place.

"Rise."

Mo Wangchen spoke lightly, though an Envoy, he knew little about the Netherworld, then asked, "What is this place."

The soldiers hesitated but answered honestly, "This is the first layer of the Netherworld."

"The Netherworld?"

Mo Wangchen frowns further, the legendary Hell?

"Is this the way to the second layer?" he asked.

The soldiers nodded, even more puzzled, those who become Netherworld Envoys are usually prominent, knowing much about the Netherworld, why does this one know nothing?

They naturally did not doubt Mo Wangchen's identity, the Dao Pattern on his palm bore Ksitigarbha's mark and presence, impossible to falsify.

Mo Wangchen ignored their thoughts, after a pause, descended the path.

The second layer of the Netherworld was a world of extreme cold, barren and dead, deathly aura more intense than the first layer.

Here, many souls froze, suffering extreme cold, some frozen for thousands of years, unable to escape.

Mo Wangchen walked among the frozen souls, carefully observing each one, but found no trace of Yuyu among them.

He then entered the third layer.

The deeper he went, the more his frown deepened.

The Netherworld had eighteen layers, he searched all seventeen layers ahead, yet saw no sight of Yuyu.

With inexplicable anger in his heart, he finally entered the eighteenth layer.

It is said the eighteenth layer is a true purgatory, with the world's cruelest punishments.

The Netherworld had been established for an endless era, yet those truly cast into the eighteenth layer were few.

Mo Wangchen searched the previous seventeen layers, failed to find Yuyu's soul.

Was she cast into the eighteenth layer? But why?

Yuyu cut her cultivation, leaving a chance for future generations to become gods, her merits stood supreme, should she not be reincarnated?

Yet why was she cast into the eighteenth layer?

Mo Wangchen did not understand, his heart filled with inexplicable rage.

Yuyu's life was too painful, searching for him for thousands of years, dying without meeting him.

Later, she sacrificed her cultivation to alleviate heavenly constraints, and if she truly ended up in the eighteenth layer, such an outcome is too hard to accept.

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