Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Yang Ping'an explored this world for a while, and through careful searching, he finally arrived at the source of all the light.

This is a small river that seems to divide the world in two. The river water emits a ghostly blue light, making it appear exceptionally eerie.

Even the strange creatures that filled the sky seemed to be terrified of the river, and dared not actually cross the line.

There is a small bridge over the river, which looks very ancient. There is a stone tablet on the bridge with the words "Naihe Bridge" written on it.

Yang Ping'an was immediately shocked. If there really was a Bridge of Helplessness, wouldn't that mean this place was hell? But it seems that there is no hell in the Douluo World.

Moreover, legend has it that once you cross the Bridge of Helplessness, you will forget everything, die completely, and even sever all ties with the world.

Especially after entering this world, Yang Ping'an felt that his soul power was completely unusable, and now he seemed to be just an ordinary person.

Yang Ping'an sensed extreme danger in both the river and the bridge, as if it were some kind of taboo.

Finally, Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth and searched the riverbank carefully. Sure enough, he found another stone tablet with the words "Wangchuan River" written on it.

Even though Yang Ping'an felt a little scared, he still gradually approached the River of Oblivion. The river surface was very calm, but Yang Ping'an felt that the river water was definitely not simple and was probably the most poisonous poison in the world.

Just then, a voice reached Yang Ping'an's ears: "The examinee must stay in the River of Oblivion for eighty-one days and may not withdraw midway. Confirm whether to start the examination."

Yang Ping'an looked around but didn't see the Strange King or sense any other presence. In the end, he gritted his teeth and stepped into the River of Oblivion.

Upon entering the River of Oblivion, the water felt icy cold and had no corrosive effect; it looked just like ordinary water.

Yang Ping'an was also a little surprised: "Since the King of the Strange said that this test is the most difficult and the most dangerous, how come you didn't sense anything unusual?"

Just then, the black monsters that filled the sky seemed to be stimulated by something. They were no longer afraid of the River of Oblivion and all began to rush towards Yang Ping'an.

Before Yang Ping'an could even prepare to resist, all the strange things began to gradually merge into his body, especially the water of the River of Oblivion, which gradually seeped into his body along the original wound.

Just as Yang Ping'an was feeling puzzled, it seemed that another memory entered his body. In it was an ordinary middle-aged man who seemed to have been unjustly beaten to death and was filled with resentment, so he transformed into a strange creature and wandered around the world.

Before Yang Ping'an could even ponder the origin of this memory, another memory began to flood his mind. It seemed to belong to an ordinary Soul Master who had fought for his family for half his life, hoping to revitalize it. However, he was ultimately killed, his family was destroyed, and he was filled with resentment, transforming into a strange being.

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As more and more memories flooded into Yang Ping'an's mind, he felt as if he were about to explode. In particular, the strange thing was that it kept flowing into his body along the wound. Even the originally calm waters of the River of Oblivion were now like poison, able to purify people's minds and cleanse their memories.

But this River of Oblivion was like a deadly poison to Yang Ping'an at this moment. A certain memory kept appearing in his mind, but then quickly disappeared. His entire mind seemed to be being washed away again and again, as if it was about to lose control at any moment.

Even Yang Ping'an began to doubt himself, wondering which one was the real him and which one was the memory that had flooded into his body.

After an unknown amount of time, all the strangeness in the world seemed to have been swept away and had all flowed into Yang Ping'an's body. Countless memories seemed to have been added to his body and then quickly deleted, leaving only faint recollections in his mind.

The once calm River of Oblivion was now like a raging torrent, gradually engulfing Yang Ping'an's entire body.

Especially as the waters of the River of Oblivion flowed into his body, it seemed to gradually penetrate every drop of blood, every bone, even every piece of bone marrow and every strand of his soul.

As time went by, Yang Ping'an's expression kept changing, sometimes happy, sometimes joyful, sometimes painful, and sometimes even desperate, and it seemed like there was no end to it all.

As the River of Oblivion gradually calmed down, Yang Ping'an's face seemed to have no expression left. He stood in the River of Oblivion like a sculpture without any thoughts, as if he had become numb from experiencing too many emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ping'an became utterly bewildered, repeatedly asking himself, "Who am I? Why am I here? Why do I have so many memories?"

Just then, it seemed that the deepest memory came into Yang Ping'an's mind. It was a world full of bustling traffic, a world where everyone was peaceful and equal, a world full of laughter and joy. There was no oppression, no emperor, not even nobles and slaves, only ordinary people. It seemed out of place with all his memories.

A glimmer of light gradually appeared in Yang Ping'an's previously blank gaze: I remember now, I come from Blue Star, I am a genuine Blue Star person, and I have only come to the Douluo World. In this world, I am the only one with this memory, and I am the only one carrying this burden alone.

As the memories of his past life became clearer, he gradually began to recall everything that happened in this life, including hatred, love, and even pain and fear.

When Yang Ping'an fully recovered, he gradually walked out of the River of Oblivion. The whole world seemed incredibly peaceful. All the strange things that had been integrated into his body, and even all his memories, were now transformed into a ghostly blue light under the cleansing of the River of Oblivion, shimmering on the river surface and forming bursts of starlight.

Yang Tianan waved to the starlight: "Thank you for letting me know your pain, for letting me know the pain of this world. Perhaps this is the true purpose of my coming into this world. Perhaps I should take a different path, for myself and for everyone."

At this moment, all souls seemed to be comforted, the starlight gradually began to dissipate, and for those departed souls, this moment seemed to bring true liberation, and the whole world was as bright as day.

Yang Ping'an closed his eyes and felt the changes in the world, the peace of mind of the dead, and the true meaning of the existence of this world.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the underground palace.

Yang Ping'an calmly addressed the King of the Unseen, "Lord Death, does the underworld truly exist? Does hell truly exist?"

The Mysterious King spoke calmly: "What difference does it make whether it exists or not? All living beings are born and die, whether they are human, spirit beast, or even god. One day they will return to heaven and earth, and one day they will find peace."

A fierce glint appeared on Yang Ping'an's face: "This is unfair. Why should some people suffer their whole lives while others are superior to others, and some can even always be above all others? Is there no cause and effect in this world?"

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"Ha ha ha ha!"

Facing Yang Ping'an, the Strange King only burst into wild laughter, laughing for an unknown period of time before continuing to speak: "Fairness, what is fairness? Everyone is born and dies, that is true fairness. Whether good or evil, strong or weak, everyone will die in time, that is the only fairness."

Yang Ping'an roared, "So that means crime goes unpunished, and kindness doesn't guarantee a good end? What kind of fairness is that?"

As Yang Ping'an finished speaking, the entire underground palace fell into silence. Both Yang Ping'an and the Strange King stared at each other, seemingly without any emotion.

After an unknown amount of time, the Mysterious King finally spoke calmly: "What you said may be true, but this world needs order, and the strong establish order. Right now, you are just an ant, and ants have no voice. If you really want an ideal order, then become stronger, until you are so strong that no one can stop you. Then, you will have the final say on everything."

Yang Ping'an looked at his hands, and finally bowed to the King of the Unseen: "Thank you for the reminder, Lord Death. I will definitely strive to become stronger and create the most ideal rules and order for the world."

The King of Eeries nodded: "Not bad, your comprehension is excellent. It seems you are beginning to understand the rules of this world. I originally thought you wouldn't be able to leave the River of Oblivion alive, but it seems you have succeeded, and far exceeded the test's target. I hope you will continue to work hard."

Immediately afterwards, a voice echoed in Yang Ping'an's mind again: "Yang Ping'an, the third test of the Nine Trials of Death is complete. Reward: 15% Death Affinity, Total Affinity: 45%"

Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of something and carefully observed the changes in his body. At this moment, Yang Ping'an felt extremely comfortable. His soul power seemed to have reached the peak of level 97, and his mental power was estimated to have reached the level of Limit Douluo, or even higher.

Especially when Yang Ping'an summoned his original martial soul, his entire body was no longer golden; it seemed to have turned completely black, even emitting a black aura, making him somewhat similar to Ghost Douluo.

The voice of the King of Ghosts echoed in my ears: "The waters of the River of Oblivion are not so simple. They can cleanse people's souls and purify all things in the world. However, if a person's mind is slightly off, they will be completely lost in it and eventually become part of the myriad of ghosts."

"You are very lucky and have a strong heart. After being cleansed by the waters of the River of Oblivion, your spiritual power has become stronger than ever before, even surpassing the Limit Douluo in the world. Your soul power has also undergone a fundamental change under the influence of countless strange phenomena and the waters of the River of Oblivion. From now on, your power is no longer soul power, and you are no longer even human."

Yang Ping'an bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Death."

At the same time, a voice echoed in Yang Ping'an's mind again: "The fourth of the Nine Trials of Death: Pick up the Grim Reaper's Scythe and obtain the blade of the Grim Reaper. Time limit: one month. Failure results in death."

As the sound faded, the eerie king in the underground palace vanished, and even the hellflower disappeared, leaving only a huge black scythe lying there quietly.

Yang Ping'an was startled again. Normally, if he wanted to obtain a divine artifact, shouldn't it be the seventh level of the test? How come he was getting a divine artifact in the fourth level?

The Mysterious King seemed to understand Yang Ping'an's thoughts, and a voice echoed through the space: "The Reaper's Scythe is not the only artifact of the Grim Reaper. The subsequent trials require you to use the Reaper's Scythe to complete them; otherwise, they are meaningless." (End of Chapter)