How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Hei Yang roared, "Come on! Either I stay in this life, or I die here with my soul scattered. Don't even think about reincarnation!"

Come on, do it! Kill me!

"let me……"

Hei Yang choked back a sob: "Let your soul...dissipate..."

"..."

Meng Po was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized: "In this life, you still have people you care about and can't let go of?"

"Um……"

Hei Yang's expression gradually calmed down, his eyes reddening: "I know that for someone in your profession, you see these kinds of life-and-death separations countless times a day, and it's nothing new to you."

But for me, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Just consider me ungrateful. Slap me to death and then laugh and say: This kid is so naive. He'll know when he's experienced more that there's nothing he can't let go of.

But for me, the more I experience, the harder it is to let go.

"..."

Meng Po shook her head, picked up the pot, revealing the stone supporting it underneath.

"Don't say that Grandma didn't take care of you. Carve the people you can't let go of on this little Three Lives Stone. When you come back in the next life, you can still remember them when you see this place."

Lifetimes upon lifetimes, perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again in the future.

"Not carved."

Hei Yang's voice had completely calmed down: "It's enough that they are engraved in my heart."

"You're driving yourself to the brink of disaster."

"I'm already at a dead end."

Hei Yang looked up at the sky, which was a hazy gray: "Really, is there really no other way?"

"The road ahead will only get worse. You don't belong in this world. If you don't go through this, you'll face endless troubles in the future."

It's alright now that you're weak, but once you become powerful, you'll attract the attention of the Celestial Realm. Then, a celestial calamity will descend upon you, shortening your lifespan and turning you into a cursed lone star, bringing misfortune to those around you as well.

In other words, this is illegal immigration; only by paying for that bowl of soup can you avert disaster.

Meng Po waved her sleeve, dispelling the mist behind her and revealing the rolling waters of the River of Oblivion.

The blood-yellow river water reeked of a foul stench, and wandering ghosts wailed and sank within it. Copper snakes writhed, their eyes sharp and menacing.

"Of course, there are other ways, but this path is much more difficult than drinking soup."

Meng Po's smile vanished, and she turned to look at the rolling River of Oblivion: "As you know, only those who have committed many evils and have great attachments in their hearts will be pushed off the Bridge of Helplessness and fall into the River of Oblivion, sinking into the river for thousands of lifetimes without ever being able to rise again."

But if you can get through this, you can return to the world with your memories, and your debts will be wiped clean. Then you can live openly and honestly in this world.

But if they can't get through it, they will be forever trapped in their misery and never be able to turn things around.

Believe me, it's definitely not a good experience. I've met many determined generals, philosophers, ascetics, and fanatics, and they are all very difficult to persuade.

But after they have been trapped in the River of Oblivion for countless lifetimes, they weep and beg for mercy, wanting to be reincarnated, but it is too late. That is an end worse than their souls being scattered.

After a pause, Meng Po looked at Hei Yang and sighed, "To be honest, this path is really not as comfortable as a bowl of soup."

"I can see your past lives; you don't want to forget so many painful memories?"

"I'll say it again: it's possible in the past life, but absolutely not in this life."

Hei Yang looked at the River of Oblivion and suddenly smiled: "Why does it look so much worse than it was back then? The fishy smell isn't strong enough, and the color is a bit pale. Is this all the wandering ghosts have?"

And what about poisonous insects? Are these the only types left?

Why is there only the bronze snake? Where did the iron dog go?

Seeing Hei Yang's feigned bravado, Meng Po shook her head: "I told you, he only took a spoonful, but the river formed from that spoonful is not something you can underestimate."

Aren't the wandering ghosts in the river the best warning you can receive?

"so what."

Hei Yang shook his head, glanced at Meng Po one last time, and jumped into the River of Oblivion without making a splash.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 117 August 2nd, auspicious for: praying for blessings, seeking offspring, consecrating objects. Inauspicious for: planting, holding funerals, repairing graves.

"Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling..."

As Hei Yang took a step forward and fell into the river, he sank instantly. The surrounding ghosts, poisonous insects, and copper snakes rushed over, leaving only a few bubbles on the surface.

"Ugh."

Seeing the dark sun instantly cool down, Meng Po sighed, shook the bowl in her hand, and was about to take the river away...

"roll!"

Hei Yang cursed at the Lonely Soul Poisonous Insects, his spiritual power surged, and he created a bubble in the River of Oblivion to envelop himself, slowly moving forward.

"The Black Emperor's Water Magic, is it..."

Meng Po on the shore suddenly realized, but still shook her head: "It's unlikely."

With the water magic that Hei Yang possesses, he can easily create towering waves and ride them forward in the great rivers and waves of the mortal world.

But in this scoop of water from the River of Oblivion, he was even less capable than a baby wearing a swimming ring, and could only struggle to move forward.

A deathly silence and a chilling atmosphere swept over me instantly, filling my mind with despair and other negative emotions. My brain felt heavy, my soul felt heavy, as if it were about to be ripped out at any moment.

The surging River of Oblivion stretches as far as the eye can see, yet the Black Sun stubbornly continues to tumble and swim within it.

"As expected, water magic allows me to barely hold my own."

Hei Yang nodded slightly, but his eyes were looking in a certain direction: "No wonder, no wonder only Brother Hei Chen came back alive, and no wonder he looks so stupid."

While they were still on the shore, Hei Yang was surprised to find a wandering ghost among the many wild spirits and lonely souls in the River of Oblivion that looked exactly like Hei Chen. Now it seems that it's not just a resemblance, it is!

Hei Chen was probably the one with the most profound water magic cultivation among that group, which is why he barely survived.

Unfortunately, he managed to get back, but his soul remained behind.

Black Sun stared at Black Morning's lonely soul, whose expression was dazed and whose eyes were clouded, leaving no trace of human memory...

If possible, Hei Yang wants to bring Hei Chen home with him.

But now, whether he can cross the River of Oblivion is still unknown.

"Pah! I definitely can! If Brother Hei Chen can get his body back, why can't I get my body and soul back together!"

The water shield was covered in crimson, and visibility gradually blurred, but Hei Yang kept moving forward in one direction.

Poisonous insects burrowed into his body, attempting to devour his soul from two lifetimes, but were choked to death by the menacing inner demon within him!

"The kid has some skills."

Meng Po stood on the shore, nodded, and said with a deep gaze, "However, the River of Oblivion, a thousand-year journey, can you really endure that kind of torment?"

……

"Can't do it!"

Hong Li opened her eyes, a flash of anger passing through her: "I simply can't calm down!"

[Heiyang: Great news! I've found the direction! With a direction, I'll be able to get out soon!]

[Hongli: You're lying.]

[Black Sun: I'm not lying.]

[Hongli: Then turn on your video, let me see what you're doing?]

[Black Sun: ...]

The bronze serpent, accompanied by a foul wind, slammed into the black sun's water shield, shattering it!

"Wow!"

Black Sun fell into the River of Oblivion once more, and the lonely souls and poisonous insects swarmed up skillfully, tearing at his soul!

Either leave your soul here to suffer with them, or keep moving forward and have your soul torn apart by them!

"Roar!"

Not only did they have to face the erosion of the River of Oblivion, but they also had to resist the continuous attacks. The inner demons gradually became exhausted, but they still bared their fangs and claws fiercely, and frantically fought back, revealing their demonic nature. Clusters of black mist surrounded and enveloped the soul of the Black Sun.

The power gained from the Daoist heart of Devouring Divine Strategy and others was being consumed rapidly, and the numerous demonic shadows collided with the ghostly shadows!

"No problem...it's not a big deal..."

The water cover solidified again, bringing Hei Yang to the surface. His eyes were full of exhaustion, and the water of the River of Oblivion dripped down his hair, while Hei Yang kept his mouth and nose tightly closed.

It is said that the main ingredient of Meng Po's soup is the water of the River of Oblivion, which also has the ability to make people lose their way and become addicted!

[Heiyang: I'm not turning on the video. I don't look very good right now, and you'll definitely laugh at me if you see it.]

[Hongli: Is it that difficult...?]

[Hongli: Okay, I won't bother you or distract you. Focus and do your best!]