I thought that these unclean spirits came out of the thick fog, and that there must be more of them. But the strange thing is that when I actually burrowed into the fog, the hundreds of unclean spirits disappeared without a trace.

It's as if they're coming from another dimension, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye, making people feel a little trance.

At this moment, a large open field appeared in front of our eyes, as far as the eye could see, stretching forward without end.

The fog still exists, but it has become extremely thin, floating in the air as if it has been frozen, creating an eerie scene.

The ground beneath his feet turned dark red to black, and the ground was soft and seemed to be moist soil.

The moisture is very heavy, sticking to the body like a paste, which is extremely uncomfortable. There was no wind, but the temperature was still not high, and people had goosebumps from the cold.

While I was at a loss in my heart, I couldn't help but recall what I had seen and heard in the ghost world that day, and this place was somewhat similar to there.

Looking back, the dark gray fog behind him was still dancing fiercely, but the strange cries of the unclean ghosts were fading away, and finally silence returned.

The trotting just now made little Shamen Summit so tired that he was out of breath, and large beads of sweat continued to flow down his bare head. He was only a teenager, and he was thin, and it was really hard to carry such a heavy bag.

I couldn't bear it, so I took out a tissue and handed it to him to wipe his sweat, saying why don't we help you carry the bag. Xiao Shamen grinned, said that he was fine, and said that cultivation is not to endure hardships? Sweating is nothing.

Master Warren seemed to be quite surprised by the scene in front of him, he first grabbed a handful of black dirt on the ground and pinched it, then turned around and asked Xiao Jixiangtian.

"Holy Maiden, white fog and black earth, is this ......?"

Xiao Ji Xiangtian's face was still unfazed, and he answered.

"You guessed it, this is the Requiem."

Master Warren's body was shocked, and he hurriedly beckoned his eldest apprentices, Kunal and Xiao Shamen, to sit down cross-legged together, and the three of them began to recite the scriptures.

Although they have been blessed by Xiao Jixiangtian and can already communicate with us in Chinese, the scriptures are full of strange pronunciation of rare words, which are extremely obscure. I listened carefully for a long time and didn't understand what it meant.

People can't interrupt the chanting, so we take this opportunity to ask Xiao Jixiangtian what this so-called requiem means.

Xiao Jixiangtian explained that the requiem land is the front hall of the palace of the gods. The Palace of the Gods is a passage connecting the sky realm and the human realm, and the souls of all the dead people will come to report, which is somewhat similar to what you Chinese folk call the Netherworld.

However, unlike the Celestial Empire, in Hindu beliefs, not everyone will become ghosts and evil spirits after death, and even fewer will become gods. Most of these ordinary people can only get a glimpse of the palace of the gods, and then stay in the requiem of the front hall forever.

From generation to generation, countless souls have been turned into dirt, seeds, and nourishment, and their memories of life have gradually been forgotten and have slept peacefully. This is the origin of the Requiem Land.

Xiao Ji Xiangtian also said that there is a river at the end of the requiem, and only through the river can you enter the palace of the gods. There is still a long way to go to obtain the Eyeball of the Holy Relic Breeding King, and this is just the beginning.

I looked at each other with the fat man and the amorous, and I was shocked in my heart.

In the folklore of the Celestial Empire, people turn into ghosts after death, and they have to go to the underworld to report, good people remember merits, reincarnate through the six reincarnations, and those who are virtuous ascend to heaven and be crowned. Bad people suffer in hell according to the degree.

Although this is only a myth and legend, although for us ascetics, these things are completely untrustworthy. Especially me and the fat man, we have both been to the ghost world in search of the ghostly flower, and we know that the so-called netherworld does not exist.

The inhabitants of the ghost world are no different from us, but they live in another dimension, they are organized and disciplined, and they are investigated for violating the law, and most of them are in peace.

However, the folk theory of the Heavenly Empire is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, especially the older generation, and they are convinced of it.

In folklore, when entering the underworld, you have to leave the soul road, cross the Nai He Bridge, and drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, so as to cut off the memories of this life, and the love and hate of the past will be scattered with the wind, and the heart of right and wrong will be gone.

Soul Separation Dao and Nai He Bridge, although these places are different from the names mentioned by Xiao Ji Xiangtian, the purpose and function seem to be too similar, and even a considerable number of them are completely consistent.

I really don't know whether these folklore are the native culture of the Celestial Empire, or whether they are the result of the evolution and fusion of the two over thousands of years of history.

Guru Warren and the two disciples finally finished reciting the scriptures, and the three of them got up from the ground. Little Shamen told me that they had just recited a requiem mantra to inform the many undead in advance that they were coming for something and should not be blamed.

As the crowd continued to move forward, the leading Lama Warren and Kunal's steps were very light, and their speed slowed down significantly, as if they were afraid of disturbing a sleeping person.

It's just that there is nothing here except the endless black earth, and there is all the silence. We followed behind inexplicably, and we didn't know if the countless souls here were true or not.

As I walked, all of a sudden, I felt the ground move, and when I looked down, I saw the soft soil, and there was nothing unusual, as if I was hallucinating.

The fat man also felt it, he gently pulled my arm, and pulled out the peach wood dagger pinned to his waist with his backhand. I nodded to him, signaling that I understood, to be careful.

After walking a few hundred meters forward, the ground under his feet really moved again. The tremor was different from the previous one, it felt like something was waking up quickly from underground, struggling to get out.

Master Warren, along with Kunal and Xiao Jitian, all stopped and pricked up their ears.

Listen carefully, you can vaguely hear the sound of "creaking" in your ears, like rotten wood trembling in the night wind, from the beginning of the inaudible gradually become dense, densely resounding from the soil under your feet.

As the "creaking" sound became louder and louder, I was about to open my mouth to ask what was going on, when I heard the little Shaman Summit who was walking in front of me "oops" and immediately fell to the ground.

At the same time, about a meter to our left, under the ground, something black suddenly came out!

On closer inspection, it looks like a rather strange succulent, shuttle-shaped, huge, and about half a meter above the ground.

The dark folds of the skin were stacked, and they were covered with dark red lines, like blood vessels, pulsing back and forth in the mist, and they were all together, and the evil light shimmered, and it was extremely strange......