A few years ago, in that dream, Ming Kunzi stood in front of Wang Baole, with gentleness in his eyes, but his face was stern, and he asked Wang Baole about his cultivation.

"Bao Le, my disciple of the Netherworld Sect, what should I do after the soul is drawn?"

"Master, after attracting the soul, when the Dao heart is felt by the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, the corpse is painted for the soul, the fate is determined, the cause and effect line is drawn, and then everything is completed, you can send it to the reincarnation smoothly, let the Heavenly Dao review, if it passes, it will open a new life, if it does not pass, it means that the cultivation of my disciples of the Netherworld Sect is not enough. ”

"Good. ”

Wang Baole opened his eyes and looked at the third layer of the world that appeared when he stepped into the light gate, looking at this place in the endless white clouds, which existed independently, and was the only thing that came into view except for the white clouds.

It was a mountain cliff.

In front of the cliff, there is a desk.

On the desk, there is a pen.

That's a corpse pen.

Looking at all this, he remembered the Dark Dream, remembered everything he had learned, and finally understood why this Tomb of the Immortal Emperor was so strange.

"That's because...... This place is both a cemetery, a trial, and a ...... Inheritance. ”

"So everything here is for verification, assessment, and selection, and the disciples who can obtain the inheritance of the Hades Emperor. ”

Wang Baole muttered softly, looked sideways at the Styx beside him, where there were countless souls, took a step forward in silence, arrived at the cliff, and sat down in front of the desk.

His eyes closed again, as if he was reminiscing, and he seemed to be immersed, until half an hour later, the moment Wang Baole's eyes opened, his eyes were calm, and with a wave of his left hand, the white clouds around him suddenly poured in, blending into the Styx beside him, sinking into the souls inside, and then ...... Bursts of induction appeared in Wang Baole's heart, and he seemed to see faces.

After a while, Wang Baole raised his right hand, picked up the pen on the desk, and with a ray of soul light, flew out of the Styx River and floated in front of him.

Paint the face of a corpse.

The corpse face is difficult to draw, and it is difficult not to allow the slightest mistake, because of a pen error, it will affect the next life of this soul, and an accident will affect one's own Dao heart.

can't be selfish, such as the senior brother back then, it was because of that selfishness that he took the wrong path in his future choice.

Wang Baole doesn't know if he can do a good job, after all...... It's been a long, long time since he painted the face of a corpse, and even his own path is contrary to the Hades Sect.

"But it's also a cause and effect. Wang Baole shook his head, after making himself calmer, he sketched the soul in front of him one stroke at a time, and gradually appeared the body, gradually appeared, and gradually determined the gender.

In this process, his hands did not tremble, even if he was a little rusty, but his mentality was among the gods, and this kind of detachment seemed to invisibly make Wang Baole at this moment, up and down, exuding bursts of charm.

This path is the way of heaven and the way of the underworld.

A sigh, outside this world, outside the vast River Styx, echoed softly, but it could not reach anyone's heart, could not reach the slightest other person's mind, only outside the River Styx, in the heart of the dust and green son in the void, it did not disperse for a long time.

Chenqingzi's eyes seem to be able to penetrate everything and see everything that happens in the tomb of the Hades Emperor.

He saw what happened before in that temple, Wang Baole's experience, made him silent, and he also saw that after Wang Baole left, everyone in the temple gradually woke up and entered the next floor.

He also saw that in the first layer of the fallen tower, there were countless killing machines around Wang Baole, and these killing machines were enough to erase Wang Baole's soul.

It wasn't until after Wang Baole's worship that he gave up all resistance, revealed his heart, and showed his kindness, that those ghosts slowly disappeared.

In the same way, he even saw that after Wang Baole left, most of the monks of the Underworld Sect who entered this first layer were selfish and died in it.

And in the second layer, Wang Baole's soul attraction, and the corpse face in the third layer, all of this made the sigh of the dust Qingzi echo again.

Wang Baole is indeed the hope of the re-emergence of the Underworld Sect.

Because no one before him or after him could attract the Seven Kingdoms, he was the one with the most, and no one could be as detached as him, unaffected, silently painting the face of the corpse.

But...... But the road is different.

So all this, he could only sigh, until his gaze deepened, and he saw that in the layers below, there were two figures, struggling to move forward.

One male, one female.

The female is the quasi-underworld who hides his strength outside, and the male is another quasi-underworld who is not good-looking and has no sense of existence, these two are together at the moment, and their figures, in the eyes of Chen Qingzi, seem to be slowly merging.

"The Yin and Yang Law is forbidden, and it becomes a great avenue, and I don't want to be an alternative, so I work harder, but I still lack a ...... Luck. Chenqingzi stared for a moment, retracted his gaze, and looked at ...... The deepest part of the Tomb of the Immortal.

There, there is a coffin, and next to the coffin, a figure meditates cross-legged.

This figure is vague, but there is an atmosphere of vicissitudes, with the meaning of endless years, permeating this last layer, as if it can detect the gaze of the dust Qingzi, this figure raised its head, opened its eyes, across the cemetery, across the river Styx, and looked at the dust Qingzi.

"Master...... I want the remains of the Hades Emperor, if you don't give it, then if the little junior brother goes, you ...... Will you give it?" Dusty Qingzi lowered his head and muttered softly.

This figure is the person who guards the tomb, and it is also ...... His master is also Wang Baole's Immortal Sect Master.

His word is ...... Stygian Kunzi!

Time passed, Wang Baole didn't care about how much time had passed, nor did he think about whether anyone was observing him, and he didn't even pay attention to the people who had entered this third layer after him.

He didn't think about why, after himself, the people who entered this third layer still had souls around him being pulled, after all, he could be regarded as attracting souls from the seven countries of the soul realm on the upper layer.

These, not important.

Whether the second layer has no beginning and no end, the soul realm continues, whether it is the people who come here, after seeing him, they all show vigilance, whether it is with the appearance of the comers, the white clouds around them have emerged one after another, they can't cause him to care.

At this moment, Wang Baole only has a corpse face in front of him.

He sketched out all the souls according to the perceptions that appeared in his mind, until the Styx around him disappeared, and these souls that he painted with corpses formed points of light around him, making his whole person radiant at this moment.

There is even more divine meaning on its body, which makes the eyes of those who come around complicated.

At this time, Wang Baole's mind slowly recovered.

"Next, it's about fate. Murmuring, in front of Wang Baole, the light gate appeared on its own, he stood up, walked in one step, and stepped in with all the new souls around him who no longer had dead energy, but had vitality.

From beginning to end, he didn't look around him in the slightest.

He just felt that there were two eyes, one above and one below, both staring at himself, and he could understand who it was, but ...... He didn't know.

But he could feel that as he walked layer by layer, that kind of calling, that kind of traction, became clearer and more faint, and after walking into the light and entering the next layer, his heart was more intimate and familiar.