Because of the fighting method between the White Bone Venerable God and the Zhuang Ting, the entire Maple Forest City sank into the gap between the netherworld and the present world.

It has become an ugly scar that cannot be erased on the village realm, between Wangjiang City and Sanshan City.

There is a living monument outside the city, the stone is valuable, there is a formation pattern, and it has become a magic weapon itself.

The inscription is said to have been drafted by Emperor Zhuang himself, and the edict was written against himself, and the white bone road was regarded as a national enemy. This monument is erected in order to transcend the souls of the dead and comfort the living.

However, only those who can truly see the Netherworld understand that this monument is meaningless except to fool the people.

Because it tickles outside the territory of Maple Grove City, it can't surpass anyone at all.

The current Maple Forest City does not belong to the Netherworld, nor does it exist in the present world.

This also means that the souls wandering here can never be transcended, and they can never be reincarnated.

Eternal life and eternal suffering.

Unless Zhuang Gaoxian personally enters the gap between the two realms, his poor citizens have the slightest possibility of being overtaken. However, the Maple Forest City, which had been eroded by the Netherworld's aura, was almost half of the home of the White Bone Venerable God. How could the king of a country take such a risk.

In the Maple Grove Realm, the silence is almost maddening.

Ling He remembered that at first there was a sound here.

Crying, shouting, howling, cries of pain, cursing, weeping......

Those voices are sad, they sound uncomfortable, but there are still voices after all.

Later, as the Netherworld Qi gradually spread, those voices disappeared little by little.

It's been gone for a long time.

He watched the little girl with pigtails in his arms die.

The breath and temperature, little by little, left her tiny body.

No matter how hard he tried, rummaging through the ruins for food and remedy, he couldn't stop her from leaving.

At that time, Ling He suddenly realized. He rescued her from under the beams, or just made her suffer more.

"Big brother, big brother, why didn't you save me?"

"We work hard, pay taxes to the state, and provide for your spiritual practice. You're a transcendent monk, why didn't you protect us?"

"I'm in pain, I'm in pain......"

Ling He shook his head, trying his best to shake these pictures and sounds out of his mind.

It's just painful visual and auditory hallucinations.

But it was these painful visual and auditory hallucinations that reminded him that he was still alive.

More and more moments of trance made Ling He understand that he didn't have much time to be awake. In such a place, no one can avoid the erosion of the Netherworld.

But every time he comes to his senses, he does his own thing.

He was doing a very simple thing—burying all the corpses he could see, digging graves for each of them, and chanting sutras.

People believe. Only by entering the soil can it be safe. The earth is a mother of mercy, embracing all her lost children.

The first person he buried was the little girl with pigtails.

He didn't even know her name.

A small tomb outside Mingde Hall is her new home.

Ling He recited the "Taishang Salvation Sutra" for her, surpassing her.

The "Taishang Sutra of Salvation" itself does not have any specific magical powers, but it is indeed a transcendent classic that all Taoist priests will recite.

There is a history of this scripture:

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a hunter who went into the mountains because of the shooting of tigers, and met a Taoist priest under a pine tree.

The Taoist priest said that he was riddled with sins and that his life was approaching, and asked him what his plans were.

The hunter begged for an extension of his life, and the Taoist priest made him swear to throw away his bow and arrows and never kill again. In this way, after his death, the Taoist priest will make him exceed.

Orion answered and left.

This winter, Orion suddenly fell ill and died, but there was still a finger on his left hand, and there was still residual warmth.

As a result, the family did not bury him immediately.

Three days later, Orion was resurrected.

According to him, when he first died, two yellow-clothed messengers led the way with official documents in their hands and took him to the underworld.

An official took a black notebook and said to him, "You are guilty of a great sin, you deserve to go to hell!"

He was very frightened, and suddenly remembered the Taoist priest, and prayed in his heart.

At this time, auspicious clouds surged in the northwest sky, and the Taoist priest sat in a cloud chariot and descended from the sky and hung in front of the temple.

The officials in the underworld saluted him. The Taoist priest said, "I have a disciple here, and I have come to surpass him." So saying, he took a scroll and gave it to Orion, and commanded him to recite it.

After Orion finished chanting, the Taoist priest disappeared.

Then a messenger in yellow brought Orion to his door, and when he heard the cry of his house, he was resurrected.

It all felt like a dream.

But Orion sat there recalling the scriptures, and wrote them down word for word.

After that, he fasted and recited the sutras every day, and after a few years left home to practice, and never disappeared.

But this volume of scriptures was also copied and circulated, and became a Taoist classic.

Its name is "The Sutra of Salvation and Suffering".

Nowadays, there are many genres. When choosing a school, practitioners mostly consider the power of their exercises, the depth of their heritage, and the size of their portals.

But many people have forgotten that these schools of sects, the original spirit and ideals.

For example, Confucianism, there is no class, and the wisdom of the people is opened.

For example, the Legalists set rules and rope the world.

For example, Taoist priests, Daomen are not only the oldest sects of cultivation. Its earliest birth was the beginning of the courageous struggle of countless human races and the conclusion of the path of cultivation.

Things such as praying for blessings and eliminating disasters and surpassing the dead are one of the duties of Taoist priests.

However, in this world, how many monks are high above and look down on all beings?

In the world where great power belongs to itself, the strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be sad.

The ground rift destroyed the entire Maple Grove Domain, but after everything subsided, the land seemed to silently accept the ruins again.

Ling He found people's bodies one by one from the ruins and buried them one by one.

First of all, all the children in Mingde Hall, and their husbands.

Then there are Xuanwu Street, Aoki Avenue, and Pegasus Lane......

Little by little, we move forward, leaving one grave after another.

No one pities this land, no one saves the people here, no one exceeds them.

Then Ling He, come and do this.

This is a doomed project, and it may not be completed in a lifetime.

Not to mention that his "life" was already destined to be short.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe in the next moment, he will be completely corrupted by the Netherworld Qi. Like everyone else in this city, he died in obscurity.

But before he dies, he still has to do it.

......

Jiang Wang, who was far away in the Qi Kingdom, didn't know that in Fenglin City, which had become a dead domain, there was still a person struggling forward.

Just like Du Yehu, who is becoming more and more silent and murderous in Jiujiang County, I don't know what kind of efforts Xiao Wu, who has always been disliked and lazy by him, is doing now.

At least at this time, everyone is moving forward alone.

All the same, there is no way forward, no hope.

It's all the same, it never stops.

They don't know that in a distant place, someone is echoing from afar.

They all thought that the echo was only in their hearts.

It's been a very difficult road.

This is true for everyone.

......

Jiang Wang never relaxed for a moment. The Divine Power Inner Mansion is a very considerable potential, but the potential is only potential until it is realized.

At this time, he had already got into a carriage and was heading to Chiyang County.

The phantom flowers in the carriage were extinguished, and the crown of thorns took shape and dispersed.

He was seizing the time to review and practice the newly acquired three Dao techniques.

The benefits of Zhou Tian's Star Dou Array Diagram foundation were now fully revealed, and he hardly had to worry about the consumption of Dao Yuan.

Of course, I went to Chiyang County to improve my strength.

For him, as long as it is a Taoist technique that has been passed down in the world, no matter how strong it is, there is a way to deal with it.

At least so far, the big three sword styles that summarize his experience and integrate swordsmanship are the strongest means that belong to him today.

And before that, he needs a really good sword.