Chapter 1503: Stepping into the Underworld River

"Do you really have to go against me??"

A figure in a Tang suit landed lightly on the roof ridge. He looked at the persistent Ghost Path Envoy Xiao Ji, his face full of exhaustion and helplessness. "Everyone can't use their God Paths, and you can't win against me in a pure divine ability duel... Why don't you go take a rest?"

"Who said I can't win against you?!"

Xiao Ji was a bit annoyed. He took a step, his figure turning into a ghost shadow that flashed hundreds of meters in an instant, and kicked Sun Bumian’s face with a heavy, powerful blow!

In terms of secret techniques and divine abilities, Xiao Ji was indeed no match for Sun Bumian, the founder of Theater Path secret techniques who had been honing his craft for thousands of years. After all, in a sense, the Theater Path secret techniques of the Fifth-Generation Red King were all taught by Sun Bumian from afar... Since that was the case, he would just use physical combat to decide the winner!

Sun Bumian seemed to have guessed long ago that he would appear here. He blocked Xiao Ji’s kick with one hand, and then every joint in his body seemed to turn into a weapon for killing enemies. With the stance of ancient martial arts, he slashed toward Xiao Ji’s face smoothly!

Sun Bumian’s punches were too fast, and they weren't ordinary martial arts. Every move and stance of his looked exactly like a lion circling and biting its enemy!

Bang, bang, bang, bang—

The close-quarters combat, where every punch hit flesh, made it hard for Xiao Ji to cope. Not paying attention for a second, he was kicked in the crotch by Sun Bumian!

Xiao Ji widened his eyes, "You..."

Bang—!

Sun Bumian jumped up lightly, his figure twisting in mid-air, and kicked Xiao Ji’s chest heavily again!

Xiao Ji’s figure was sent flying nearly a hundred meters from the roof ridge like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the ruins nearby...

"Having the ability of [Stop-Goe] but not the physical combat strength of the owner of [Stop-Goe]... how are you going to win against me?"

"Better go back and hone your skills for a few hundred years before coming back!"

Sun Bumian pushed up the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and didn't chase after Xiao Ji. Instead, taking advantage of the gap while Xiao Ji was injured, he turned around and stepped on the cloud-steps, rushing toward the Underworld River.

The top priority wasn't to tangle with this Ghost Path Envoy; he had to cross the Underworld River as soon as possible and meet up with Chen Ling and the others.

Sun Bumian stepped on the cloud-steps, his speed fast. By the time Xiao Ji climbed up from the ground with difficulty, clutching his crotch, Sun Bumian had already flown away and become a small black dot...

"Despicable! Shameless! Insidious!! With you like this, you have the nerve to call yourself an Auspicious Omen!!"

Xiao Ji cursed a few times, endured the pain, and stumbled after him.

The Underworld River drew closer and closer before Sun Bumian’s eyes.

He looked at the river of ghosts emitting a faint glow with his peripheral vision, his expression somewhat sentimental. He was too familiar with this route... Over the past thousand years, he didn't know how many times he had entered the Underworld River; coming here was like coming home.

"Master..."

"Your disciple has come to see you again!"

Sun Bumian plunged into the Underworld River.

……

"This is... the Underworld River?"

Standing on the edge of the gloomy ghost city in his wool coat, Chu Muyun looked at the vast Underworld River before him and muttered to himself.

Only when he truly arrived at the edge of the Underworld River did Chu Muyun realize how wide the river was. Even with his vision enhanced by [Secret Pupil], he couldn't see the shore on the other side... Countless ghosts floated and sank in the Underworld River, like a quagmire of fate from which all living beings could never escape.

Chu Muyun took a deep breath, repeatedly warned himself in his heart not to look directly at the Underworld River itself, then closed his eyes and stepped into it.

Illusory ghosts passed through Chu Muyun’s body like water.

The moment he stepped into the Underworld River, Chu Muyun felt emotions that didn't belong to him. It was as if, as those ghosts passed through Chu Muyun, all their joys, pains, achievements, and regrets in life remained in Chu Muyun’s heart like water stains.

In just one step, Chu Muyun had felt the lives of at least a dozen people. Such dense and explosive information washing over him made Chu Muyun frown instinctively.

No wonder Sun Bumian had repeatedly emphasized that crossing the Underworld River was a very dangerous thing; living people walking on it would lose their way...

If one continued to endure such high-density ghost washing, people with weak wills would probably lose themselves very quickly, their own selves completely occupied by the endless lives of others, walking slower and slower, and eventually becoming completely trapped in the Underworld River.

Chu Muyun could only repeatedly recall his own past, letting it become an anchor to fix himself, so as not to be influenced by the lives of these other people, and then continued to step forward, slowly moving toward the other end of the Underworld River.

Chu Muyun felt his willpower was relatively firm, but the problem was he had no idea how wide the section of the Underworld River he was in was...

He might be able to hold on for five minutes, ten minutes, but if it took half an hour to reach the end of this section of the Underworld River, his situation would be quite dangerous.

"Is it really just pure luck..."

Chu Muyun gave a bitter smile and gritted his teeth to continue forward.

Chu Muyun was crossing the Underworld River, but at the same time, he was also sensing the lives of those ghosts passing through him... as if searching for a certain figure in this vast sea of people.

Chu Muyun knew the probability was very slim. Even if the basin he was in was the era of the person he wanted to find, as Sun Bumian said, there were so many dead in one era; finding one specific person among them was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But even so, Chu Muyun didn't want to give up.

He silently gripped the translucent scalpel in his pocket...

"Chu Wenbin... I’ve come."

"If you have the ability..."

"Come out and see me again!"

Faint killing intent drifted in the Underworld River. Chu Muyun needed to rely on repeatedly recalling his past to anchor his consciousness so it wouldn't get lost, but the more he uncovered those scarred memories, the more intense his killing intent became!

That person’s appearance was gradually crowding out Chu Muyun’s other memories, occupying his entire mind!

Chu Muyun was frantically searching for that person’s ghost in the Underworld River. At the same time, the flow of ghosts in the area he was in became more turbulent. With every step, the lives Chu Muyun felt already exceeded thirty, and the more carefully he felt and searched, the stronger the impact these people’s lives had on his consciousness.

Chu Muyun didn't even realize that as he went deeper into the Underworld River, his complexion worsened. Hatred and pain dominated his thoughts. His willpower didn't become a crutch to support him through the Underworld River, but instead became a fatal double-edged sword, pushing him bit by bit into the abyss of being lost...

I don't know how much time passed, but Chu Muyun stumbled, and scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth!

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Weak and painful coughing echoed continuously in the middle of the Underworld River.