By associating with Nezha, I became the darling of the Chinese gods.

Chapter 76 Soul-Chasing Technique, Tracing the Soul's Origin!

In the short time it took to speak...

The nine altars, numbered 1 through 9, slowly floated into the air, then looked up, their gazes fixed intently on altar number 1, which had not yet descended.

Their slightly bowed posture demonstrated their utmost humility.

Three breaths later, the No. 1 altar finally descended.

A blurry figure appeared on the altar, seemingly there but not there.

That's... God!
As soon as one of them appeared, the ghost generals on the other nine altars were so excited that their faces turned red, and they all bowed in respect.

Oh my God!

Looking at the number one altar, surrounded by so many admirers, Wen Miao's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. She grabbed Zhou Qiyu's sleeve and hurriedly asked:
"Hey bro, do you still stand by what you said about exchanging phone numbers with me?"

Zhou Qiyu: "..."

What kind of nonsense is this!

"Don't even think about it!" Zhou Qiyu yanked Wen Miao's hand away and roared.

"You're the only one here who could have killed Number 1! You should take this good stuff!"

You little brat, can you please stop thinking about ruining him?!

Jiang Yu's lips twitched, and before leaving, she patted Wen Miao on the shoulder, "Good luck."

After saying that, he leaped up, raised the sledgehammer, and flew rapidly toward the No. 9 altar.

For this exam, everything is based on the time.

Now that our respective mission objectives have been identified, there's no need to delay any longer.

It must be resolved quickly!

The other nine candidates took a deep breath, and even Meng Juqiu, who was known for her healing abilities, charged towards the mission objective without being outdone.

Now that things have come to this, we have to give it our all!
The exam is only just beginning!
the other side.

Wen Miaoxin wiped her face wearily, and when she looked up again, her face showed a tragic and heroic expression.

"I don't care anymore! I'm going all in this time!"

The golden cudgel has reappeared!
Wen Miao gritted her teeth, her slender figure breaking through the dense death aura, and slammed fiercely into the altar composed of bones and iron chains.

However, just as the golden cudgel was about to smash into the altar, the person on the altar calmly snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

next moment--

The once impregnable altar became ethereal, like a translucent soul, both tangible and intangible.

The golden cudgel pierced through its body and slammed heavily into the soil, but the altar and the figure remained completely undamaged.

After Wen Miao withdrew his staff, the illusory altar became solid again, remaining unmoved by any winds from the east, west, north, or south!
This...this...!
Wen Miao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she stared in disbelief at the illusory altar and divine figure.

Good guy!
This thing is actually physically immune!

It’s a bit outrageous!
Immediately afterwards, a soft laugh echoed throughout the examination hall, carrying undisguised mockery:
"Your divine power is utterly insignificant before me."

"Now, it is my turn to judge you."

He spoke from His high place: "Mortals."

Trial…

Another trial!

Wen Miao couldn't help but grit her teeth and clench her fists.

Just then, a fierce gust of wind suddenly struck Wen Miao.

Fortunately, Wenmiao had keen hearing and quickly dodged.

Looking up and taking a closer look, Wen Miao realized that the person who had attacked her was none other than the red-clad underworld messenger from before!

At this moment, he was glaring fiercely at Wen Miao, about to attack again.

"My lord! This person's soul is strange; the divine seal cannot harm it!"

Upon hearing this, the figure on the altar raised an eyebrow slightly, but remained calm and composed.

It seemed that Wenmiao's special quality was insignificant to him.

Perhaps it was Wen Miao and the others who stirred up their long-dormant fighting spirit.

Or perhaps it was out of a desire for revenge.

The inspector leaped into the air and in the blink of an eye transformed from a fluffy little rabbit into a tall and handsome young man.

His hair was as white as snow, and his ruby-red eyes blazed with fire.

"Wen Miao, I told you I would repay your kindness!"

As he spoke, the inspector conjured a blue stream of information in his hand, which headed straight for the red-clad underworld official who had ambushed Wen Miao.

"Leave this underworld official to me!"

While his subordinate was being beaten on the ground, Shen Ying didn't even raise his eyes, only staring at Wen Miao and saying:
"No living being in this world can escape my divine domain."

"Your soul will be judged by me."

With just two short sentences, the entire examination hall began to tremble at Shen Ying's every breath. Life was being drawn into his body.

When it exhales again, it causes all things to wither and decay.

He is the ruler of all living beings in this world!
Compared to the red-robed underworld official's bluffing, only He can achieve absolute control!

He has condemned them to death, and no one can escape it!

He who severs life will enjoy eternal life!
Since the divine seal is ineffective against her, why not use that other method...

The divine figure atop the altar made a hand seal and uttered three words indifferently:
"Soul-Chasing Technique!"

In an instant——

An invisible black mist rushed into Wen Miao's body and ran rampant within her!

Brain, dantian, heart, seven orifices...

It was searching for Wenmiao's weakness in his soul, and then...

Let's get to the root of the problem! Crush it in one gulp!
The reason why the divine seal cannot determine whether a soul is alive or dead can only be because this girl's soul is being protected by someone else!

Thinking of this, Shenying narrowed his eyes dangerously.

He would never allow any soul under his control to be usurped by outsiders within the divine realm he controlled!

Shenying closed his eyes and traced the source through Wenmiao's soul aura.

He could do what others couldn't!
Heh, let Him see which blind, wild god in the galaxy dares to challenge His authority!

This step concerns divine power; He cannot back down even a step!

Wenmiao's soul aura is fading further and further away...

The phantom of Death was slightly surprised and quickly gave chase.

Ha, found it!
The phantom of Death stared intently in surprise.

The next second, He witnessed a scene He would never forget in his life.

Wow!
A great river flows from the east, rushing on and on!

The riverbanks are covered with blooming red spider lilies, so many flowers that you can't see any leaves. Their vibrant red color is breathtakingly beautiful!

Vibrant flowers and a plain river, death and rebirth.

Here, they strangely blend together.

It was serene, yet it exuded an unfathomable depth!

It is clearly death, yet hope is everywhere!

"Jingle Bell…"

A clear, distant, and lonely bell rang in my ears.

The ringing of the bell came from an unknown place, bringing peace to the heart rather than sadness or confusion.

It seems to release all the desires and attachments in one's heart.

Having been a god for many years, He never imagined that one day, death and hope would be linked together!
This is a world completely different from the Ghost Realm!

The phantom of Death's pupils contracted sharply, and he involuntarily took a half-step back.

here it is…

The nine examinees who were wrestling with the ghost general also turned their heads and looked at the mysterious aura in front of Wen Miao in disbelief.

That deathly aura was clearly even more powerful than the aura emanating from the divine figure!
what is that? !

Wen Miao suddenly opened her eyes.

A gentle breeze caressed her face, carrying with it the longing that had settled for tens of thousands of years above the Yellow Springs and the Hell, ruffling the strands of hair at Wenmiao's temples.

The mighty breath of the River of Oblivion tore through the deathly aura surrounding Wen Miao, intimately encircling her and shielding her from all the malice from the other world.

The icy River of Oblivion has now become warm.

Harmony and congeniality.

Everything should have been this way.

Before Wen Miao's eyes, countless scenes of her hometown flashed by like a fleeting glimpse.

One picture after another, scroll after scroll…

The waves of the River of Oblivion wash away the fine sand, and the red spider lilies on the shore bloom and wither, wither and bloom again.

Before she knew it, she was standing on the Viewing Platform of the Underworld.

Wen Miao lowered her head slightly, burying her chin in her collar, her throat slightly choked.

The underworld, representing death, is no longer frightening.

Even in interstellar space, she has her homeland to protect her.

Going a step further, one reaches the Yellow Springs, the Netherworld, a journey home, and also a path of hope.

But when she turned around, she could see the outline of her home.

This is... where she came from!

(End of this chapter)