A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 568 Cui Fujun

The young man looked at the figure lying in the middle of the road, his eyes filled with a bit of fear and relief.

He looked at his slightly transparent body and murmured in a low voice, "Am I dead?"

"The pain that seemed to be born with me is gone. This is probably a kind of relief."

He turned his head and looked at his parents who were kneeling beside him, wanting to touch him but not daring to, trembling all over, crying heartbreakingly. A pain that was difficult to describe and difficult to stop slowly welled up in his heart.

The boy whispered to himself with guilt and sadness, "I'm sorry, please forgive me for being so willful this time."

He slowly approached his parents and wanted to give them a hug, but he suddenly found that his transparent body could not be touched at all, as if he and others were not in the same dimension of time and space.

The young man was stunned for a moment and gave a bitter smile.

I can see my parents and hear them talking, but I can’t talk to them, let alone touch them.

The guilt and sadness in his heart became even heavier.

At this moment, the young man saw the small wooden sword in his hand and sighed softly, "Boss Xiong, you said that this little item that was blessed and could give me a glimmer of hope seems to be of no use."

"I am still dead, right?" The boy looked at the doctors rushing out of the hospital and starting to perform ritualistic rescue on his broken body. He also looked at the little girl who was still sitting on the roadside and had not come back to her senses for a long time. "But I am asking for death myself."

"Perhaps, this blessed little object will not bless someone like me who is seeking his own death?"

Just staring at the small wooden sword in the man's hand, the young man suddenly felt unwilling and subconsciously reached out to grasp the hilt of the wooden sword.

Suddenly, wisps of gentle light emanated from the two words "Dongxuan" on the small wooden sword, along the hand holding the hilt, and slowly flowed into the translucent body, making him feel a warmth he had never felt before.

The young man was stunned again, looking at the small wooden sword he had picked up, feeling the gradually increasing warmth in his body, and subconsciously said, "Boss Xiong really wasn't lying. This thing must have been blessed by a Taoist priest with great accomplishments?"

At this time, two sturdy figures slowly emerged from nothingness, making the sky and earth a little colder and stirring up gusts of cold wind.

One of the figures with a bull's head looked at the boy holding the small wooden sword for a while, and said, "It would be a bit too insulting to call the Taoist priest who consecrated this small wooden sword 'a man of great accomplishment'. It is fully worthy of calling him a 'master of great magical powers'."

The horse-faced figure let out a "tsk" sound, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "I don't know which great master left this thing in this mortal world. After experiencing the end of the Yuan Qi Law for a whole Chaos Era, it still has such a huge power that it can even be controlled by a mortal with a little power. It's incredible."

The young man looked at the two recognizable human figures with a look of shock on his face, "Are the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Gods from the underworld?"

Niu Tou waved his hand, a simple and honest look appeared on his face, "We two brothers dare not call ourselves gods, not only do we lack the strength, but we also don't have the courage."

"Besides, my brother and I don't have a very high status in the Netherworld. We are responsible for guiding souls and spirits. If you wish, you can just call us messengers."

The Horse-Faced Demon coughed and said, "You are a mortal being with some merits and virtues. It's time for you to go with us. If you miss the time to enter the reincarnation cycle, it will be a big joke. As for this small wooden sword, just treat it as a talisman and go with us."

Niutou also nodded slightly, and without saying a word, he stretched out his big hand and pushed it behind him, instantly opening a dark door with a strong majesty.

It is inscribed with the words: Gate of Hell.

Without giving the young man a chance to hesitate, the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons stood on both sides of him, gently wrapping them with the power of heaven and earth, and leading them to slowly step into the gate.

After waiting for the young man to react, all he could do was look back at the mortal world that seemed extremely dim in the gloomy atmosphere.

"Rumble"

After entering, the dark portal filled with countless forces of heaven and earth made a terrifying sound and brought terrible pressure, which continued to press towards the young man, making him feel a little dizzy.

But in a flash, the small wooden sword emitted wisps of green light in a corner that the young man could not see, silently offsetting the pressure, and turning the pressure from heaven and earth into wisps of light breeze, brushing through his slightly flowing hair.

When the boy came to his senses, he was already standing on a road paved with yellow mud bricks, with fragrant red spider lilies blooming on both sides. In front of him, there was a long bridge across the Yellow Spring River, which gave off a bit of tranquility.

The young man had a dazed look in his eyes and whispered to himself, "Is this the Yellow Springs Road?"

At this moment, the Ox-Headed Demon and the Horse-Faced Demon looked at each other at the same time, and then looked at the faint clear air lingering above the young man's head, and what they held in their hands, and they suddenly understood something.

The horse-faced man slowly led the young man by half a body length and walked in front.

The bull-headed man was half a body length behind the young man, like a follower, and responded to him, "Yes, this is the Yellow Spring Road."

“Whether it’s the Great Desolation, the Eternal Realm, or the Primal Chaos World, as long as they are dead creatures, their souls, their true spirits, will come here.”

“Even if their souls are destroyed and their true spirits are completely transformed into illusions, their souls and true spirits will be led from the long river of time by the Yellow Spring Road to this place and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.”

Niutou paused and added, "Of course, if some terrifying power completely wiped out its figure from the long river of time, destroyed its image in the memory of all living beings, and eliminated its symbol and meaning of 'existence', no one except the [Taoist Ancestor] sitting in the 'Purple Sky' can find the 'non-existent' soul."

Listening to Niutou's explanation, the young man nodded as if he understood.

He was somewhat surprised at the existence of "Honghuang", but he did not quite understand the concepts of the so-called eternal world and chaotic world.

At the same time, I felt that the way Niutou described, being killed by a powerful person, was far away from me.

After walking for a while, he looked at the empty Yellow Springs Road and asked, "Excuse me, Bull-Headed Envoy, are there only three of us walking on the Yellow Springs Road now?"

Niu Tou had a simple smile on his face, "No, the 'Yellow Spring Road' you see now is only one side of it."

"The real Yellow Springs Road is very large, constructed by countless overlapping time and space dimensions. Now, the Yellow Springs Road that the three of us are walking on is only one of its 'sides'. And the place we are going to now is not the Naihe Bridge before entering the reincarnation, but Fengdu City."

"Lord Cui, I want to see you."

The young man was stunned. He didn't think that as an ordinary person, he had any virtue or ability to attract the attention of the famous Lord Cui, and even want to meet him.

He picked up the small wooden sword in his hand, looked at the bull head and asked, "Lord Cui wants to see me because of this object of the great supernatural being?"

Niutou shook his head. "I guess this is part of the reason, but I am just a small god of the Netherworld. I dare not speculate on the thoughts of the Lord of the Mansion and other powerful beings."

At this time, the horse-faced warrior leading the way stopped and turned to look at the young man.

He pointed to the study room in front and said softly, "We are here. This is the place in Fengdu City where Lord Cui works." The Horse-Faced and Ox-Headed Gods both bowed to the young man and said, "The laws of the Netherworld are very strict. We, the little gods, dare not use our magical powers without permission. We must leave now. Please forgive us."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for his reply, Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demon left first, moving at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, the young man looked around and suddenly realized that he was no longer on the road made of yellow mud bricks, and he had walked into a courtyard without knowing when.

In front of me was a room with a sign hanging on it.

The sign reads: [Netherworld Reincarnation Office: Cui Fujun]
The boy couldn't understand the characters on the sign, but the implicit meaning contained in it made him understand what it wanted to express.

Looking at the room in front of him, he was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should knock on the door and enter.

"Jin Ning, come in."

Just when the boy wanted to continue waiting outside the door, a soft voice came from the study and echoed in the courtyard.

"squeak"

The door of the study was slowly pushed open from the inside, and wisps of majesty from heaven and earth emanated from inside. Then, they were completely dissipated by the drops of pure air that overflowed from the small wooden sword in a place where Ji Ning could not see, and did not cause the slightest effect on him.

The things in the study immediately caught Ji Ning's eyes.

Mr. Cui is a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue robe, sitting on a desk, holding a black brush in his hand, constantly writing something on a thick book, looking very free and easy.

But what attracted him most was the painting behind Mr. Cui.

She was dressed simply, standing by the bank of the Yellow River, holding a ball of yellow mud shaped like a human in her hand, with a smile on her face, which made Ji Ning couldn't help but feel a sense of worship.

"crash"

A force of cosmic light filled with a chaotic color quietly spread out from the small wooden sword in his hand, tracing back the past five elements of heaven and earth, and reversing the past yin and yang of the universe. All kinds of different creations of "Tao" flowed through this slightly transparent body one by one, evolving it towards the primordial spirit of the celestial fairyland.

"Ok?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Cui Fujun's eyes. He stared closely at the various "Tao" with eternal breath flowing in his eyes, then looked at the small wooden sword with the word "Dongxuan" written on it, and his eyelids twitched violently.

He whispered to himself, "Which old fellow is making a move on the human race again?"

"Your Highness is in charge of Zixiao Dao Palace, monitoring the operation of the Heavenly Dao. As long as it does not bring great disaster to the human race, she will not pay special attention to it."

"But one after another, it's almost the Age of Chaos."

"Don't you need to practice at all, and don't you need to explore the endless space?"

"Is this over yet?"

Lord Cui had a slightly unfriendly look on his face. He held a black pen in his hand, dipped it in ink that carried the fate and cause and effect, and drew it towards the small wooden sword. He wanted to use the power of [Netherworld] to sift it thoroughly, reveal the hidden things inside, and eliminate the hidden tricks of some powerful masters.

However, when the tip of the pen penetrated time and space and touched the small wooden sword, a transparent sword light emanated from it, carrying a bloody, chaotic and vast murderous mystery, and slashed straight towards his forehead.

"Uh"

Cui Fujun swallowed his saliva, wiped his forehead, and a strand of hair fell down. Where the hair was broken, there were still four different sword beams lingering, but all of them carried a terrifying killing force, almost with the intention of subverting yin and yang, destroying the five elements, and cutting down the chaotic and boundless world.

"The Eternal Ultimate Sword Art?"

"This terrifying murderous intent. Is this the [Taoist Master] sitting in the far west? Has he realized something new?"

"Ji Ning, was this his plan?"

"But with his status in the 'primordial wilderness', if he wants to do anything among the human race, he only needs to give an order."

"There are also statues of him in the temples of the human race. It really can't be like this, right?"

However, seeing the souls and true spirits constantly returning to the past, and the primordial spirits that were constantly going back to the celestial realm of the first generation of human beings, Lord Cui's expression showed a hint of subtlety.

"Humans are not born with extraordinary abilities, but their bodies, spirits, and true souls are similar to those of the great god Pangu, and they have unlimited potential. They are only slightly inferior to those born Chaos Gods and Demons like the Empress."

"Now, with the nourishment of the eternal Dao essences of the Five Elements, Yin and Yang, time and space, and my natural potential and understanding, I am afraid I can really catch up with those Chaos Gods and Demons who were born as world gods."

"Is this training a disciple?"

At this moment, Ji Ning woke up, but his expression was still a little dazed. At the same time, his soul was completely formed and stabilized. The difference between him and the immortal soul was only the special longevity aura produced by several thunderbolts from the heaven.

Except for the fact that he could not achieve immortality, his true spirit lifespan of 180,000 Chaos Epochs was not much different from that of an ordinary celestial spirit in terms of overall strength.

Cui Fujun looked at Ji Ning, who was still confused, and shouted softly, "Focus, gather your energy, and regain your consciousness!"

The heavy sound of Tao echoed in the study, penetrating into Ji Ning's mind, leading him to quickly adapt to his current soul, and giving him some common sense about the "primordial world".

Ji Ning clasped his fists and bowed to Lord Cui, "Thank you Lord Cui for your love and care for me."

Cui Fujun shook his head, sighed, and said with a smile, "You don't need my love."

He pointed at the Nuwa Kneading Earth Picture behind him and said, "Originally, I gave you an opportunity because you have merit and are from the same hometown as me. This will allow you to keep up with your peers in cultivation after reincarnation and not be easily turned into ashes in the upcoming catastrophe."

"But now it seems that I was undoubtedly worrying too much."

"Whether it's your comprehension or the existence behind you, some powerful masters will help you when you are in danger, thus forming a good relationship with you."

"I will never let you go to face the calamity."

(End of this chapter)