Chapter 2562: Remember the Next Life

“Which direction, visitor? What do you seek here? Report your name!”

Under the tall archway, two rows of soldiers clad in white bone armor stepped forward, holding halberds. Their sharp edges remained cold.

At its peak, the White Bone Divine Domain stretched for ninety thousand li. It wasn’t that the White Bone Honored God lacked the strength to occupy a vaster territory; It only needed this ninety thousand li at that time to manifest Its nobility. In the barren Netherworld Great World of that era, occupying a few more tens of thousands of li of land wouldn’t yield any significant resources.

During its weakest period, the vast White Bone Divine Domain naturally had only an empty White Bone Divine Palace remaining. Until one day, the Heavenly Human Dharma Image descended from the Netherworld Heavenly Dao.

Jiang Wang, whose name had spread throughout all worlds, naturally had no ambition for hegemony or expanding territory in the Netherworld Great World. Therefore, the later White Bone Divine Domain always remained a mere nine hundred li square. It was purely a boundary drawn to prevent interference from various sides.

The Netherworld Deities of the past all minded their own business and never came to cause trouble. Those below the Netherworld Deities wouldn't even dare to come and seek death. Even those powerful Yang Gods capable of contending with Jiang Wang wouldn't be so foolish as to challenge him.

After the Netherworld World leaned towards the Present World and various gods degraded, the White Bone Divine Palace, with sentient beings and monks stationed there, became even more of a forbidden land in the Netherworld. The little ghosts wandering in the White Bone Divine Domain were even more boisterous than elsewhere!

Therefore, although the visitor had an extraordinary temperament and appeared very dangerous, these white bone halberd soldiers showed no signs of shrinking back. Instead, they each straightened their spines.

The disheveled man simply said, “Yin Guan.”

Who was Yin Guan? The white bone halberd soldiers exchanged glances. The prominent figures within the Netherworld World were nothing more than Tian Yu, Qi Shao, Mu Fu Yao, Blood Thunder Duke, and other Yang God Heavenly Ghosts, or the several great lords within the Yan Luo Treasure Hall. They had truly never heard of the name Yin Guan.

Perhaps he came from the Present World? After the Netherworld World’s sublimation, the number of visitors from the Present World indeed increased. Those former Netherworld Deities who used to guard themselves behind closed doors and honestly enjoy eternity, now degraded to Yang Gods, instead became lively and socialized with various parties. Not a few proactively went to the Present World.

Having returned to the White Bone Divine Palace, being repeatedly instructed by the sensible Yin Mountain Ghost Old Man, and coupled with the honored lord’s low-key nature and long-term cultivation in seclusion, these white bone halberd soldiers, even if they didn't recognize the guest, were not arrogant or overbearing. They cautiously went to report.

A moment later, the great supervisor of the White Bone Divine Palace, Yin Mountain Ghost Old Man, quickly flew over.

“Lord Qin Guang!” He immediately bowed down!

As the first loyalist of the White Bone Divine Palace's new master, Yin Mountain Ghost Old Man was now also a prominent figure within the Netherworld World. Although he had fallen from the True God realm to the False God realm, those True Gods who had fallen from the Yang God realm didn't easily dare to be loud with him. Coupled with the fact that the master of the White Bone Divine Palace, whose manifest name was Jiang Wang, received his guidance, there was hope of reaching True God.

Wait for this step to be taken, and it might just be a True God of the Present World position!

Not to mention these white bone halberd soldiers, the entire Netherworld World would rarely see the humble posture of Yin Mountain Ghost Old Man.

What direction was this divine being from? The two rows of white bone halberd soldiers all bowed down.

“Where is Jiang Wang?” Yin Guan’s tone was casual.

As soon as these words were spoken, the white bone halberd soldiers bowed even lower, their skulls almost drilling into the ground. And Yin Mountain Ghost Old Man immediately led the way: “The honored superior is currently in cultivation. Noon is the time when he opens his divine sense to receive messages from the Netherworld World. Calculating the time, it will be soon. Please follow me.”

Since entering the main White Bone Divine Palace, the honored superior had cultivated in seclusion, not interacting with various sides. In the earlier period, he had indeed inquired about the White Bone Honored God in various places. Later, finding nothing, he no longer visited, only cultivating behind closed doors. Who could enter the White Bone Divine Palace directly, coming and going without obstruction?

Before entering seclusion, the sentient beings monk specifically left behind the name “Yin Guan.”

Now, one in front and one behind, they arrived outside the main hall. Yin Mountain Ghost Old Man thus stopped, and Yin Guan continued forward, stepping into the great hall.

The great hall was empty and quiet, with many-branched candle stands. The sentient beings monk meditating on the great chair in the main hall had a kind of loneliness that came with the passage of time. Upon being touched by Yin Guan's breath and hearing the footsteps entering the hall, he opened his somewhat cloudy eyes. His gaze was hazy for a moment, and then the confusion gradually dispersed, returning to a kind of calmness.

“You've come?” He was not surprised by Yin Guan’s arrival, only saying, “I thought you still needed to rest for several days.”

“Not fully recovered yet, but it’s enough,” Yin Guan’s tone was flat.

“Some things shouldn’t be left overnight,” the sentient beings monk indicated understanding.

“Just seeing me, what were you thinking?” Yin Guan cared about him instead: “Your emotions seem a bit off.”

The sentient beings monk looked up: “Perhaps I've been sitting here for too long, and thinking for too long. For that one instant, I thought it was White Bone walking in.”

The traces of the White Bone Honored God seemed to have disappeared forever in the Netherworld Great World. If he didn't still remember everything that happened in Maple Forest City and still stubbornly kept this White Bone Divine Palace, he would probably doubt whether such a Netherworld Deity truly existed.

Perhaps one day, no one would remember the White Bone Honored God, but he would. He would believe in the White Bone Honored God longer than Its most pious believer – until It completely died, even after death, he wouldn’t forget. So this was still the White Bone Divine Domain, this place was still the White Bone Divine Palace. Regarding everything about White Bone, he sincerely preserved it for White Bone.

In the Netherworld World after White Bone disappeared, he was the person who most sincerely missed White Bone! But in the vast sea of people, searching for traces was indeed faint. Searching for an existence that deliberately hid itself and had once transcended eye boundaries was more difficult than searching for a needle on the seabed. Even if he and Wang Changji never gave up—Wang Changji found his way to the Yellow Spring and guarded it for a very long time at its edge, but gained nothing in the end. Later, he brought the Yellow Spring to the East Sea, and this Yellow Spring was again led into the Netherworld Mansion by Zhi Dizang. Only after Zhi Dizang was defeated and died did it return to Wang Changji's hand.

But the Yellow Spring's twists and turns could not flow through White Bone. And White Bone-related clues did not exist within the Yellow Spring. Once dominating an era, overlooking the human world, now buildings have collapsed and halls are ruined, wild geese fly to the netherworld!

Yin Guan stood in the hall, looking back. The hanging lamps quietly illuminated the White Bone great hall, brightly and lonely. The entrance of the White Bone great hall seemed to lead to an unknown outer heaven. People gazing in this place would indeed expect something.

“I've waited for It for a very long time,” the sentient beings monk said calmly. “I always sit here, and I think, how would It think, what would It be thinking.”

“Come down,” Yin Guan turned back and said, “Let me think.”

The sentient beings monk thus truly left the White Bone divine seat and let Yin Guan sit up. Yin Guan's long hair was like black satin draped on the White Bone divine seat. He sat there straight, his hands resting on the skull bones on either side, his eyes burning quietly.

“I am the White Bone Honored God, confined by the innate prohibitions of the Netherworld Great World, unable to leap forward, always searching for the true eternal path.”

“Unlike those Netherworld Deities who have already swept away their hearts and thoroughly accepted reality, I never gave up the path to becoming stronger, I never settled for false eternity.”

“After countless years, I finally found the method.”

“Then I firmly moved forward.”

“When I exhausted myself with hardship, abandoned everything I had in the Netherworld World, and finally descended to the Present World, escaping the shackles of the Netherworld – only to discover that the shackles of the Netherworld no longer existed. The entire Netherworld Great World had leaped forward under the World Honored’s last wish.”

“What mood would I be in?”

“I was once a true strong one, possessing power that approached greatness, and I necessarily had the mindset of a true strong one.”

“Perhaps I would be depressed, but only for a moment. Perhaps I would be annoyed, but not at myself. I believe my choice is correct, and my efforts were not in vain. Netherworld Deities degraded to Yang Gods, with the possibility of truly leaping to become Present World Deities – but They absolutely have no opportunity. Because after Yin Yang penetrates, They live even more under the watchful eyes of the human race. To truly gain the recognition of the human race and continue forward, it requires effort and time. And I am already a part of the human race.”

“The great benefit to the human race is a benefit to me.”

“If possible, I will forever be a person. Forever no longer involved in everything from when I was the White Bone Honored God.”

Yin Guan spoke up to this point, and the green fire in his eyes became still, and he pursed his lips. He understood, perhaps Jiang Wang would never find the White Bone Honored God. Even the Yellow Spring could be abandoned. White Bone descending into the world was fundamentally abandoning everything of the Netherworld Deities.

In the end, which is more painful: a powerful enemy that is difficult to reach, or an enemy lost in the sea of people, completely impossible to find? Yin Guan originally wanted to ask Jiang Wang this, but in the end, he didn't. Because he knew, Jiang Wang had experienced both kinds of pain. Pain truly had nothing to compare.

The sentient beings monk only said, “Consider developing in the Netherworld or not? The White Bone Divine Palace can be given to you.”

After the Netherworld World was sublimated, it had become a tempting fragrant steamed bun. Various forces from the Present World were all staring at it. Although no side had formally entered, undercurrents were already surging. Trying to snatch a bite from it was actually fraught with a thousand difficulties and ten thousand hardships.

Fortunately, the sentient beings monk occupied the White Bone Divine Palace, which had become a reality before the Netherworld World was sublimated, and was still acknowledged by various sides now. Qin Guang King, who had no door to hell, was indeed very suitable to develop in the Netherworld World. The Netherworld World was vast and had great potential.

But Yin Guan only shook his head: “I’m not used to staying in one place for too long.”

The sentient beings monk was silent, then said again, “Then, go.”

Yin Guan rose from the White Bone divine seat and walked in front. One step out of the White Bone Divine Palace, and with another step, he already saw a grand great hall in front.

In the depths of the Netherworld World, there was a treasure hall named “Yan Luo”! The divine positions bestowed by Zhi Dizang when He initially created the Netherworld Mansion were later recognized and accepted by the Netherworld World. True Dizang's salvation of the Netherworld World also involved a part completed through the Yan Luo Treasure Hall.

In today's Netherworld World, the Yan Luo Treasure Hall holds a rather crucial status. For example, the several great lords who gained divine positions in the Netherworld Mansion did not degrade generally like other deities after the Netherworld Great World was sublimated, showing their significant importance.

But Yin Guan did not invite himself, stepped outside the great hall, and pushed the door without half hesitation: “She Di Sheng, you should come see me!”

There are a total of ten halls in the Yan Luo Treasure Hall. When Zhi Dizang initially created the Netherworld Mansion, five halls had masters. Among them, the Tenth Hall, the Turning Wheel Hall, was the strongest hall because it converted to Zhi Dizang the earliest and received the most support. During the process of the Netherworld Mansion's birth, it enjoyed the greatest benefits. The Turning Wheel King is a genuine Yang God, and in today's Netherworld World, he is even more an absolute overlord of one side.

The hall Yin Guan pushed open was Su Ying Palace, where the Turning Wheel King resided! At this moment, inside Su Ying Palace, the Turning Wheel King wore a Yan Luo crown and robe, sitting on the Yan Wang great seat. His once thin and pale face also showed several points of nobility and majesty. There was still one person in the hall, a man wearing a warrior's turban and black silk arrow clothes. The two were discussing something and were startled by the crashed-open great door!

It was only after the long-haired, foot-dragging, green-eyed, demonic Qin Guang King walked into the Su Ying Palace of the Yang God master that the Turning Wheel King's recently recruited Yin God ghost differences began to react and surged from all sides and directions—But they turned into wisps of green smoke in the process of approaching Yin Guan!

Smoke threads were like weeping willows, adorning this palace with a few points of gentleness. As if spring had arrived.

“Leader—Yin Guan!” The Turning Wheel King suddenly stood up: “How did you come!”

Green light was like a swarm of snakes, climbing and wandering through the hall. The entire magnificent and brilliant Su Ying Divine Palace instantly dimmed! Extreme death intent, like an angry sea eroding all living things, also suppressed the divine authority of the Netherworld World named Turning Wheel. There is a divine monarch here, and the divine monarch also serves death.

The rustling sound of wandering snakes, as if an execution knife was grinding against a neck! Yin Guan, who easily suppressed this palace, only lightly glanced at the man wearing black silk arrow clothes: “Once a Mohist abandoned disciple, now you can even sit and talk with the Mohist. It seems the position of Turning Wheel Holy King is indeed extraordinary, allowing you to have too many advantages.”

As he spoke, he flung his gaze back to She Di Sheng's body: “No wonder you still dare to ask me how I came.”

His gaze was directly two swords! Two miserably green, skeletal, rugged swords, burning with green flames, just turned with Yin Guan's eyes, then pierced She Di Sheng's chest bone, nailing this Turning Wheel King to the high wall of the Turning Wheel great hall!

This was the orthodox tradition of Wan Xian Palace, this was Yin Guan's Yan Luo Immortal Eyes. Two flaming swords sealed the Turning Wheel King's divine position, madly strangling his divine power. Moreover, green runes spread through the sword body towards She Di Sheng's entire body. She Di Sheng recognized that the appearance of these runes was exactly those he had left in Chu Jiang King's body—What profound memory was this?!

Able to endure the torture of the Central Heavenly Prison, She Di Sheng had enough tenacity, but under Yin Guan’s eye swords, he trembled as he was nailed to the wall: “Leader! The Netherworld World has no master, Qin Guang has lost honor, Zhi Dizang is already dead, and we are still willing to serve you as monarch! The glorious great world has such a good opportunity, why not be the Netherworld Emperor!?”

They were both at the Derive Dao realm, one was a Yang God promoted by divine position, and the other was a Curse Ancestor who had opened his own path. They were fundamentally not on the same level. In front of Yin Guan, She Di Sheng had no ability to resist at all!

Yin Guan looked up at this struggling Turning Wheel King nailed to the high wall, saying nothing. His body was like a sword, only slowly walking forward in the high and wide great hall. Everything in front of him showed a pitiful state of decline, collapsing and dying. Even just a screen, a hall pillar.

The Curse Ancestor approaches the Dao, and all things die! This path was not long, but every step Yin Guan took was a boiling kill time.

She Di Sheng shouted: “I received the bestowal of Dizang, I have merit in the Netherworld World, It will not allow you to kill me! Qin Guang! Calm down a bit!”

“Dizang, huh?”

This time a voice entered the hall. The sentient beings monk walking in with the voice was much warmer than the Curse Ancestor: “Dizang has already been persuaded away by me.”

As he spoke, he casually closed the door: “The current Dizang is not a specific person. Your position as Yang God is already True Dizang’s protection for the Turning Wheel King. But the Turning Wheel King is the Turning Wheel King, and She Di Sheng is She Di Sheng. This position does not have to be yours.”

The sentient beings monk's tone was gentle, with a few points of compassion: “I have explained so clearly, I hope you can calm down a bit and properly close your eyes.”

As he spoke, the door was half closed, and he looked at the Mohist true transmission Mo Wen Qin, who didn’t know what to do in Su Ying Palace: “Or you go first?”

Mo Wen Qin cupped his hands: “True Monarch Jiang! May I ask the Mohist for a favor? She Di Sheng is a Mohist disciple, and has a Mohist extreme—"

Yin Guan’s turned back with a cold, quiet gaze, stopping him from speaking.

“You don't dare to ask Yin Guan for a favor because you know Yin Guan is very crazy. But you can open your mouth to Jiang Wang because you know this is a person who is willing to reason.” Yin Guan curled his lips: “You are bullying people, do you know that? Mo—Wen—”

“Enough!”

Before the word "Qin" could be uttered, the sentient beings monk interrupted Yin Guan, casually grabbed Mo Wen Qin by the neck, and flung him outside the hall.

“This matter has nothing to do with you.”

“And, no one in the Mohist school has any face with me except Shu Wei Jun. Don't speak so unclearly later.”

This time, he thoroughly closed the hall door. The sentient beings monk silently surveyed the furnishings inside Su Ying Palace, not interfering with what happened next. And Yin Guan had already walked in front of She Di Sheng.

She Di Sheng, who was nailed to the wall and unable to move, only shouted loudly: “No, not like this! Leader, let's work together. I have followed you through life and death. These years, I have both merit and hardship!”

He panicked again: “Not like this, I cannot die yet, I still have many wishes not fulfilled, you should know, I am not satisfied with the current state of the Mohist school, I can open the era of symbol writing, I still have my ideals—”

He of course knew Yin Guan would not care about his life, so he shouted again: “I didn't think of killing her!! That was just a means left during the confrontation in the Netherworld Mansion, it was for performance in front of Dizang. I thought you would all convert, but you left in the end—I also didn’t feel that Dao symbol truly could kill her!”

“That’s a very good explanation,” Yin Guan only said. He looked up at She Di Sheng, the green flame in his eyes quietly flickering: “But it's already like this, what should I do?”

The green flame light turned into one small flea after another, scrambling, lively and splashing, jumping onto She Di Sheng's body.

“Don’t do this kind of thing that makes me sad in your next life.”

She Di Sheng's face instantly contorted! Struggling, in pain, yet unable to make a sound. His body was as if a burning candle! The dripping green candle tears were his life burning out in an instant.