Wang Baole's memory of the journey was a little blurry, as if it was because the dream was too real, so that he was both familiar and unfamiliar with everything now.

So on the way back, after singing the soul ballad many times, Wang Baole looked at the starry sky, and unconsciously thought of his dream in his mind.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be really the first marshal of the Federation, and at the same time he had some confidants, such as Little White Rabbit, such as Zhao Yameng, such as Li Wan'er, such as Li Yi, and Li Xiu......

"No, there is no Li Yi!" Wang Baole thought about it, and at the same time, he felt that Li Xiu seemed to be a man, but he couldn't remember it clearly, but this made his heart tremble, and at the same time, he felt incredible, but also a little scared.

"No, in my dreams...... No, I, Wang Baole, am not that kind of person!!" Wang Baole was shocked, and hurriedly recalled the things in his dream, and gradually remembered something, knowing that Li Xiu was just the younger brother of his confidant in his dream, so he was really relieved.

But as the memories in the dream emerged, he felt reluctance in his heart for some reason, to his father and mother in his dream, to his friends and red faces, and to the Federation......

"It's just a dream...... Wang Baole sighed softly in his heart, and the old man in front of him looked back at Wang Baole and spoke softly.

"Bole, are you still thinking about the Federation of your dreams?"

Wang Baole raised his head when he heard this, looked at his master, and asked after thinking about it.

"Master, why do people dream? This dream of the Federation is too real......

The old man looked at Wang Baole, his face showed love, raised his hand and touched Wang Baole's head, and spoke gently.

"Baole, as a Hades, you must know that there are no dreams in this world, the so-called dreams...... It's actually another you!"

"The other self?" Wang Baole was a little ignorant, and was about to ask, when he suddenly found that one of the fingers of Shizun's palm was dissipating, which made him immediately forget about the dream and exclaimed.

"Master, your fingers ......"

The old man looked down at his fingers and smiled slightly, his expression was not at all abnormal, but when he looked at Wang Baole, he was more kind.

"It's okay, just some injuries from the early years. ”

Wang Baole had the heart to ask, but the old man had already turned around and shook the paddle, causing the lonely boat to go away, gradually crossing the starry sky until a long time...... Appeared in a bright star field.

This star field is filled with shining stars, and the number of these stars is more than one million!!

And every star, there are illusory gates that are many times larger than the stars, erected there, and the appearance of these gates is almost the same, full of vicissitudes and simplicity, magnificent, it is difficult to describe its vastness.

In short, there are endless stars here, and so is the gate...... At the same time, there are also rivers of souls, shuttling from these gates, running through all the illusory gates, and surrounding the star field.

There are also a large number of monks, flying in this starry sky, as if to guide, and as if guarding, after they saw Wang Baole's master, one by one respectfully greeted, from their looks can be seen that they have great respect for the old man, from the bottom of their hearts.

It was difficult for the old man to respond to these visits one by one, but he nodded slightly, and at the same time spoke softly, as if he was talking to himself and explaining.

"This is the door to death!"

"The Gate of Death...... "The Gate of Death" Wang Baole muttered, his heart shaking, until the boat moved forward to the center of this star field, where a ...... existed It's huge, even somewhat, beyond the huge stars of the solar system!

At the moment of seeing this star, Wang Baole's shock shook his heart.

This star is too big and too big, it is colorful, bright and symmetrical, and there are a large number of dead souls, scattered from this star, from a distance, this star is like the source of the River Styx, its scattered dead souls converge into a river, spread out, become a tributary, into the surrounding different gates of the dead!

"This is the responsibility of the Hades Sect, reincarnation!" the old man's voice echoed calmly, and Wang Baole was already stunned by this scene at this moment, until when the lonely boat entered the star the size of the solar system, he saw that on the surface of this star, there were countless mountains, rivers, and ...... The palace that stretches the horizon!!

In the distance, you can see a lot of fierce beasts that are thousands of feet high, without any anger, with peace, helping the monk to build a ...... A more majestic stele!

This stele is now only a prototype, and it already seems to be higher than the sky, which is extremely magnificent!

And, countless monks of the Netherworld, on this star, in this star field, constantly wandering, all this, Wang Baole is obviously unfamiliar, but he instinctively told himself that these are familiar, these two feelings are intertwined, so that his breath is a little disordered, and many times he is at a loss.

Until the lonely boat where his master was, he took him to the highest mountain range of the stars, where the palaces were crowded and boundless, not only on the ground there were countless halls and monks, but also in the sky, countless palaces floating, countless monks shuttling, and even a giant beast like a Kunpeng cruising in the sky.

All of this made Wang Baole's mind fluctuate strongly, and he didn't even notice that his master had already gone away after taking him and landing outside a palace, until a complaining voice came from his ears, which made Wang Baole sober up.

"Why are there so many this time, some of them are busy, Baole, what are you doing in a daze, it's not that you haven't seen it, come and help me!" The one who spoke was a young man, this young man was wearing a black robe, and there were some freckles on his face, with a helpless expression in his expression, looking at the sky and the soul river formed by the dense souls of the souls extradited by the Stygian Kunzi, and sighed.

Wang Baole hurriedly turned around, and after seeing the young man, a sense of familiarity emerged from his memory, realizing that this was his senior brother, so he hurried over, but he didn't know what he was going to do, so he hesitated and asked.

"Senior brother, what should I do?"

"You won't be lazy again, Baole, there are too many souls this time, senior brother can't be busy, you can't be lazy in anything today!" The young man grabbed Wang Baole's arm and pulled him into a large hall, which was the size of half a city, and at the same time, there were nine statues erected inside, and one of these nine statues was the Dark Kunzi!

Obviously, the other eight are exactly the same as the identity of the Stygian Kunzi...... Great Elder of the Hades Sect!

And in the center of these nine statues, there is a bronze mirror the size of a person, there are so many bronze mirrors here that there are countless at all, at least there are millions of them, and in front of each bronze mirror, there is a monk of the Underworld Sect sitting there, constantly painting in front of the mirror......

At the same time, among these millions of copper mirrors, two copper mirrors are extremely conspicuous, not only larger, but also different in color from other copper mirrors, the others are copper, and these two mirrors are purple, like the main mirror!

As for Wang Baole, he was pulled by his senior brother, and under the visit of others, he went all the way to the two main mirrors, saying that he would not let him go.

This made Wang Baole a little big, and all this around him was strange and familiar, but he really didn't know what he should do, so he scratched his head and couldn't help but ask again.

"Senior brother, what the hell am I going to do? ”

The young man with freckles on his face glanced at Wang Baole deeply and spoke softly.

"Baole, don't you know how to paint corpses......

"Corpse face!" Wang Baole's body was shocked, and he looked at the purple bronze mirror in front of him, only to see that on the bronze mirror, a wisp of dead soul gradually emerged, and it was hugging its fist towards Wang Baole, it had no appearance, no facial features......

"Baole, don't be sloppy, these dead souls, after they come here, their appearance before death will slowly dissipate, so you have to follow the guidance of heaven to paint the faces of these souls, what you paint will determine the initial appearance of its next life after the reincarnation of its death!" The young man said, ignoring Wang Baole anymore, but using his fingers as a pen to sketch the appearance of the dead souls in this bronze mirror.

Wang Baole's breathing was a little short, he naturally knew the method of corpse face, but he couldn't remember whether he would have learned it in the dream, at this moment he had some confusion in memory, seeing that the wisp of dead soul was waiting, so he put down his thoughts, raised his right hand, closed his eyes, and the method of corpse face that he had learned appeared in his mind.

First draw the eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, and finally ...... Corpse face!

Half an hour later, Wang Baole's eyes suddenly opened, his right index finger fell instantly, just about to paint, his mind for some reason, as if a will came, faintly, he seemed to see a baby girl, born in a star, from birth, to the death of the whole fate......

This is not this soul's past life, but his next life!

And his fate, he didn't know much about the afterword, but his appearance...... Eternity came to mind, forming a guide, so that his hand gradually began to sketch on the soul......