I, who became an avatar, just want to survive

How can such a being go to the Yellow Springs Road?

It is impossible for a person who died a long time ago to die again.

Shouldn’t this rising moon and numerous stars be just an illusion?

Wait...Hill set his eyes on the Philosopher's Stone.

The Philosopher's Stone is indeed glowing.

Blue, water element…water, miracle.

Did the miracle of the Philosopher's Stone transform the host's illusion into the real underworld?

Tsk, this miracle is really worrying. The host's trump card is too perverted.

Only a demigod can figure it out.

Originally, this was an illusion that destroyed the spirit. Now that you have done this, even those with strong spirits cannot survive and will be dragged away directly, highlighting the efficiency.

Just as he was complaining, the space in front of Lin Yu broke and surging river water rushed towards him.

The surrounding environment also extends from the original grassland to a river with no end in sight, and countless red flowers gradually bloom on the river bank.

Lin Yu recognized this thing, Lycoris radiata, also known as Red Spider Lily.

So many red spider lilies... Could this river be the Sanzu River? Or... the underworld?

Do you want Sanzu River or Huangquan?

The sudden sound scared Lin Yu a lot.

"Must...must I choose?" Lin Yu looked around guiltily, but didn't see anyone.

The voice did not answer.

"Then... Huangquan."

As Lin Yu's voice fell, the end of the illusion suddenly broke, and a bridge slowly rose.

The river next to it also changed, and the originally clear water turned into blood yellow.

At the same time, the soft ground under Lin Yu's feet was covered with bluestone slabs, and a stone-carved sign appeared beside the bridge.

Naihe Bridge.

So this river is neither the Sanzu River nor the Yellow Spring, but... the Wangchuan River?

Where is Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge?

As soon as Lin Yu had this thought, a person in ancient costume appeared in the middle of Naihe Bridge, followed by strips of silk ribbons, and finally the appearance of a petite woman. The girl was somewhat similar to Lin Yu, but her silver hair almost reached the ground, and her eyes were clear blue.

Flowers of the other shore appeared beside him, and a low table appeared next to him, with a porcelain bowl quietly placed on it.

Meng Po...appeared!

Lin Yu felt unwell.

This...what on earth is going on with this illusion?

Miracles, coupled with the illusory power of fate, made a corner of hell emerge from here.

A pleasant voice emerged in Lin Yu's mind. From a distance, it seemed that Meng Po was speaking over there.

"If you think this is the Sandu River, I am the messenger of hell. If you think this is the Yellow Spring, I am Meng Po." After the silver-haired girl finished speaking, she suddenly appeared in front of Lin Yu.

"It's just the miraculous power of the Philosopher's Stone. At most, it can only make a river of hell flow through it." The girl stared at Lin Yu carefully, "But you have the ability to influence fate hidden in your body. Here, I emerge."

"Meng Po...?"

"Meng Po is an official position. There are countless Meng Pos in this world." The girl landed on the ground, her white feet covered by her slowly falling skirt. "I emerged from your memory. You can call me Meng Jiang."

"Okay, then can you explain what's going on?"

"Are you sure you want to explain here?" Meng Jiang pointed to the city in the distance. "When a mortal sees the Wangchuan River, it means that his life span has ended. In this place where yang energy gathers, you want to... massacre the city?"

Meng Jiang's nonchalant tone made Lin Yu shiver all over, but the other party laughed.

"You are too weak right now. If the city is massacred, you will be the first to die." Meng Jiang moved his finger towards Ji, "This is just a puppet. The person is already dead."

"That's why I can't kill him." Lin Yu nodded.

"How do you kill a dead person?" Meng Jiang gently pointed at the Wangchuan River. As the river flowed, a shadow exactly like Ji emerged.

Looking at this phantom, Lin Yu felt that most of his strength had been drained away.

"But this illusion was originally meant to send people into the River of Oblivion. Today, you used this trick on the puppet, and the illusion shouldn't have appeared. However, the Philosopher's Stone forcibly activated the power of miracles, and the illusion appeared. In addition, the unknown power in your body forcibly rewrote fate, and eventually a branch flowed into this place."

Meng Jiang walked towards Naihe with a phantom, and his voice kept echoing in Lin Yu's mind.

"Don't use this trick in the future. Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge are not places you can come and go as you please."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Lin Yu agreed quickly.

Listening to Lin Yu's cautious and anxious voice, Meng Jiang smiled faintly.

"Drink this bowl of soup, and from now on, humans and ghosts will go their separate ways."

Hill, who was in the city, looked at the plain in the distance, and wondered, who is the host talking to? What happened there? Why can't I see anything?

Chapter 124: Reincarnation of Gensokyo

No one knew that Lin Yu’s illusion had changed, not even the system.

When Lin Yu used the system to observe Meng Jiang, all he got was a blank, as if there was nothing there.

After sending the correct thorn to hell, Meng Jiang turned and looked at Lin Yu.

"You're going to keep this on?"

This reminded Lin Yu, and he quickly closed the illusion. Everything returned to calm, but Lin Yu's heart was still shaking.

My own illusion...can it still be called an illusion?

What is that? A branch of the cycle of hell?

Hill on the city wall looked at Lin Yu in the distance and forgot to recover for a moment. Although she couldn't see it, Lin Yu's look and expression just now proved that something existed.

Which system is it?

No, it shouldn't be. The person who could create this thing couldn't possibly condescend to see the host. What is that?

The night wind blew, Hill shivered and sighed silently.

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that for tonight."

After Lin Yu came back to his senses, he found that the thorn beside him had not recovered again. He breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the city with deep doubts.

The young leader looked at the night sky returning to normal and took a sip from his water cup.

"This is the right night sky. That one just now... was too sad, like a dying person."

Back to Meng Jiang, after the illusion disappeared, uh, to be more precise, after Lin Yu cancelled the illusion, the illusion appeared next to a big river. The river had countless branches, and there was a bridge on each branch.

There stood women of different appearances.

There are old women, non-human beings, royal sisters, and young girls like Meng Jiang.

Although they look different, they all have a bowl next to them.

"Has there been another person who has mastered reincarnation?" Whispering voices rang in Meng Jiang's ears, but she turned a deaf ear to them. She hummed a song as she threw Ji off the bridge, watching him blend into the crowd in a daze.

After finishing the work at hand, Meng Jiang continued to look around, but soon became tired. He yawned out of boredom and flew lightly off the Naihe Bridge.

She wanted to go and look around, but as soon as she went down, the voice of the other Meng Po sounded beside her.

"Hey, new guy, don't run around now."

"What happened?" Meng Jiang answered, but did not stop.

"Recently, a riot broke out in an unknown place. The hell over there is in complete chaos. The higher-ups are appointing a new Yama, who will come over to select someone soon."

"Well... you don't have to choose Meng Po." Meng Jiang stopped. Although she was just born, she was still very clear about the levels of hell.

"The higher-ups are planning to bring one of each of Meng Po, the God of Death, the Hell Messenger, and other Hell Guides. I heard that the place is a bit crowded." The voice continued, "Although you are new here and will not be chosen, you still have to follow the most basic etiquette. Go back to your Naihe Bridge first."

"I know." Meng Jiang pouted.

Although she was born by miracle and destiny and should help Lin Yu, she didn't want to move. In short, she didn't want to work.

I really want to slack off!

It was precisely because of this that she threatened Lin Yu and asked him to try not to unfold the illusion.

Significantly reduce workload!

Although hell will entrust some souls who died of natural causes, they will only be used when war breaks out in multiple worlds. Normally, the ordinary Meng Po in hell is enough.

It is probably because of this that Hell does not want these Meng Pos, who were born because their master controls reincarnation, to have nothing to do all day long, so it lets Yama come here to choose.

Sitting on a small stool on the Naihe Bridge, Meng Jiang supported his chin and waited quietly for the arrival of the new Yama.

Not long after, the space in the distance began to become turbulent, and a cold and gloomy air quickly spread throughout the entire area.

Many Meng Pos raised their heads and looked at the figure condensing in the air, including Meng Jiang.

Soon, this cold aura condensed into a petite figure. Meng Jiang roughly compared it and found that it should be shorter than himself and Lin Yu.

What is more eye-catching is the girl's hair, which is green!

Meng Jiang suddenly became interested in the past of Lord Yama. Who was it that cheated on her?

Hiss... No, that's not right. Lady Yan Luo looks so young, would anyone cuckold her?

When Meng Jiang's mind was full of wild imagination, Yama in the sky spoke,

"To all of you, Meng Po from the Eastern pantheon, I am Yama, Jizo, Yama, Shiki Eiji, Yama Sennadu, the newly promoted Yama who was appointed to manage the distant Gensokyo. This time..."

This Lord Yama named Shiki Yingji spoke nonstop for a whole day. All the Meng Pos below were drowsy, and even Meng Jiang had woken up from a nap, but this little girl was still talking.

It's nothing more than looking for someone to help you manage that fantasy town. Is it necessary to say so much?

We all know that you in hell don't want to keep idle people, so you choose us, a group of Meng Po, so you don't need to say these so-called apologies.

Not only Meng Jiang, but almost all the Meng Pos had this thought in their minds.

Another night passed like this, and Shiki Yingji finally stopped speaking with a feeling of being unsatisfied, and all the Meng Pos below felt as if they had been pardoned.