Chapter 1289

"Milord, now that you have returned, as long as you gather the scattered tribes and rest for a few hundred thousand years, you will definitely have the chance to take revenge on the Turning Wheel King," Yin Luo said while cupping his fists.

"A few hundred thousand years is too long. I only wish to fight for one day.

Also … it is not as if there is no chance, "Xue Li said coldly.

"Milord, what do you mean?" Yin Luo asked in confusion.

"Among the people you chased earlier, was there anyone you felt familiar with?" Xue Li asked.

Hearing this, Yin Luo's eyebrows furrowed tightly and his expression turned pensive.

"That girl in black, her divine arts are a little … a little similar to the Nether King!" After a moment, he suddenly realized.

"Yes, I am ninety percent certain that she is the reincarnation of the Nether King. If we want to defeat the Turning Wheel King and take back the Nether Realm, we must awaken her memories and cooperate with her," Xue Li said.

"If that is so, should we stop chasing them?" Yin Luo asked.

"There is no need to chase them, but we cannot lose track of them," Xue Li said slowly.

"Understood.

This subordinate will send people to follow them, "Yin Luo stood up and said while cupping his fists.

"I will leave this matter to you. My old injuries have not healed yet, so I need to cultivate in seclusion for a while." Finishing, Xue Li's figure exploded into the sky and disappeared in a flash.

… …

In front of the gloomy mountain range, there was a dark red, turbid meandering river.

The river flowed out of the valley and stretched for thousands of miles. When it reached here, the flow of the water slowed down and formed an open white riverbank on the ground.

At this time, three figures flew down from the sky and landed on the riverbank. It was Han Li and the other two.

"Uncle, it seems like those people have not caught up," Jin Tong looked back and said slowly.

Han Li also looked back and then cast a questioning gaze at the Weeping Soul.

"I can't sense our pursuers for now. We should have shaken them off a bit," the Weeping Soul said.

When Han Li heard this, he nodded and let out a long sigh before sweeping his gaze around him.

He couldn't help but frown when he saw it.

On the white riverbank beneath his feet, there were white bones everywhere. Some belonged to humans, while others belonged to demonic beasts. They were densely packed and piled up in layers. The big ones were like a canopy, while the small ones were like insects.

Han Li bent down and pushed aside the layers of bones on the ground. He grabbed a handful of white sand from the ground and gently rubbed it. A fine white powder slid down from his fingertips. It was actually bone powder.

"Where did all these bones come from?" the Weeping Soul Beast asked.

"It must have been washed down from the upper reaches of the river. I don't know how many years it has been here, but the bones underneath have completely decayed and turned into bone dust," Han Li said.

Just as they were talking, an inexplicable whirlwind blew from the upstream direction of the river. Wherever it passed, the bone powder was rolled up like sand and dust. There were actually specks of sparks in the middle of it. The sparks were green and fine like beans.

While they were still in shock, they suddenly heard a strange "whoosh" sound.

A ball of green flames suddenly rose from the dark red river in the distance and slowly drifted down from upstream.

Puzzled, Han Li and the others chased after it to the riverbank to take a look. They saw a blurry human face emerging from the twisting and rising green flames. It was smiling strangely at them.

"What the hell is that?" Jin Tong asked in a puzzled tone.

The Weeping Soul Beast wrinkled its nose as if it was about to release a ray of light and suck it into its stomach.

"Don't rush. That thing seems to have something to say." Han Li stretched out a hand to stop them.

As soon as he finished speaking, they heard an intermittent voice coming from within the green flames.

"Go … to … the … river … valley …"

The voice sounded old and feeble, as if it were the last words of a dying person. It only said one sentence before it fell completely silent.

Immediately afterward, the ball of green flames spun and sank into the water, vanishing without a trace.

Han Li frowned and turned to look at the gloomy mountain range upstream of the river.

The sky was filled with dark clouds that almost reached the peak of the mountain, causing the black mountain range below to appear even more serene and desolate. It was as if it was constantly shrouded in a gloomy aura of death.

"Uncle, should we go?" Jin Tong asked.

"That ball of ghastly flames just now is most likely the remnant of a soul. But why would it tell us this?" Han Li asked in confusion.

"Could it be a trap?" Weeping Soul Beast asked.

"I don't think so. We've just entered the netherworld, and even the ghost soldiers behind us were caught by surprise.

It's impossible for someone or a ghost to have set up a trap for us in advance, "Han Li said with a shake of his head.

"Who cares? We'll know once we take a look," Jin Tong said with a frown.

"We don't know where to go anyway. Since it doesn't matter where we go, we might as well go and see what's there. Perhaps we might even find some information about the Residence of Yama," Weeping Soul Beast agreed.

"Alright, let's go take a look then. Just be careful on the way," Han Li said.

After the discussion, the three of them rose into the air and sped towards the upstream valley.

It didn't take long before they arrived at the entrance of the valley.

At the center of the entrance was a narrow gorge, and on both sides were two naturally formed plank roads that hung over the cliff.

Han Li and the others went up the left side of the road and arrived at the plank road on the left side of the cliff.

Standing at the edge of the plank road, they could hear the deafening rumble of the water.

The long red river surged out of the valley, and when it reached the narrowing gorge, the water became even more ferocious. It was as if ten thousand red flood dragons were fighting each other, roaring incessantly.

After observing for a while, Han Li and the others walked along the plank road and entered the valley.

After entering, the three of them discovered that the valley was shaped like a gourd. The opening narrowed, and the terrain became more spacious the further they went. The river in the middle also became wider, and the water gradually slowed down.

When they arrived at the middle of the valley, Han Li and the others stopped.

The river here was already several thousand feet wide, and there was a small sandbank in the center.

The sand island was snow-white. Looking from afar, one could vaguely see some golden powder mixed within, reflecting specks of golden light.

In the middle of the sandbank, there was a black withered tree that was about three to four meters tall. It looked as if it had been scorched by flames and had been completely carbonized. One could even see carbonite-like crystals on its surface.

The strangest thing was that there was a charred corpse hanging from the highest branch of the black withered tree. It seemed to be the corpse of a human. Its chest had been pierced through by a branch, and it was holding a black square box that was about a foot in diameter in its arms.

The Weeping Soul Beast looked at the sandbank in the distance and said, "There are remnant spiritual fluctuations on that corpse. They're very weak, and they seem to belong to the fellow who contacted us through the river."

Han Li released his spiritual sense and carefully examined a fifty kilometer radius around him. After discovering nothing out of the ordinary, he said, "That's right.

"Let's go and take a look."

After that, he flew into the air and landed on the sandbank.

The Weeping Soul Beast and the Golden Child followed closely behind him.

Han Li landed on the ground with a rustling sound. The sandbank beneath his feet was quite soft.

The Weeping Soul Beast couldn't help but bend down and pick up a handful of sand. It brought it to its nose and sniffed it. After that, it carefully examined the sandbank with a hint of bewilderment on its face.

"Is there something wrong with this bone powder?" Han Li asked.

The Weeping Soul Beast straightened up and said, "There's nothing wrong with the bone powder. What's wrong is the golden sand mixed into it."

"Golden sand?" Han Li was puzzled.

"That's Soul-dispersing Sand. It can disperse spirits. It's the favorite magical equipment of ghost cultivators who practice soul techniques." At this time, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded from the corpse on the tree.

When Han Li and the others heard this, they all raised their heads.

All of a sudden, a wisp of white smoke rose from the charred corpse and engulfed the entire corpse.

Moments later, a thin and benevolent-looking old man, I, appeared in the air. He was dressed in a golden feather robe.

Around him, there was an auspicious cloud condensed from mist. Behind him, there was even a colorful light shining. Beside him, there was only a crane and a table with incense burning on it. Just like that, he looked like an immortal who had achieved the Dao.

However, the old Daoist's posture was truly a little strange. The branch that had pierced out from the ancient tree still managed to pierce through the feather robe he had conjured, and it was rather abruptly revealed to Han Li and the others.

"Heavenly Venerate of the Immeasurable for Blessings …"

The old Taoist revealed the mysterious smile of a reclusive master. He cupped his fists and recited slowly.

Han Li and the others looked at each other. No one said anything. They just stared at I like he was an idiot.

"Ahem … I am Tian Qianzi, the Grand Elder of the Greater One Dao Sect of the True Immortal Realm's Heaven Essence Celestial Realm. A million years ago, I was harmed by a villain and ended up in this state. It is fate that I am able to meet you today.

If you can help me escape, I will definitely repay you generously. "Seeing that they were silent, I coughed awkwardly and said to himself.

As he spoke, he stole a glance at the Weeping Soul Soul. He seemed to be very concerned about her reaction.

"Uncle, why do these words sound so familiar?" Jin Tong frowned and pretended to be surprised.

"Xue Li said the same thing earlier. Here comes another one," the Weeping Soul Soul answered.

"What? Are all the lies you Nether Realm people say predetermined phrases?

You don't have any creativity at all? "Jin Tong looked at I with some disdain and ridiculed him.

I's expression changed abruptly when he heard this. He could no longer pretend to be profound and hurriedly asked,

"You've already met Xue Li?"

"I've seen him and was tricked by his lies. It seems you are very familiar with him?" Han Li asked with a pondering smile, glancing at the old Daoist.

"No, no, we're enemies." I shrunk his neck and shook his head.

"Oh?

Aren't you from the True Immortal Realm? Why are you enemies with the people of the Underworld?

I'd like to know how you became enemies with people from two different realms, "Han Li sneered and asked.

I realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. His expression immediately became a little weary and defeated.

"I just knew that you people from the True Immortal Realm are much more cunning than ghosts. I can't fool you …" He sighed and white smoke rose from his body again.