Chapter 1509: Insight into the Ghost Path

Chen Ling suddenly woke up from death again!

This time, he was an elderly woman, stumbling along the road by the river with a cane.

Hurried pedestrians and vehicles passed by on the road. Chen Ling’s peripheral vision quickly scanned the surroundings, as if looking for potential risks of death...

He had roughly guessed what the Ghost Path wanted to do, but Black Ling had killed so many people in the Nanhai Realm that he didn't know the specific way each person died, so he could only try his best to avoid death.

The next second, that familiar feeling of being controlled surged into his heart again. Chen Ling felt as if this body had been tripped, and then lost its balance and fell toward the river beside it!

In the process, Chen Ling tried to use his God Path skills, but they had no effect. He tried to raise his hand to grab the railing beside him, but his body was completely out of his control... In these short two seconds, Chen Ling made over a dozen attempts to avoid death, but couldn't change anything.

Chen Ling watched helplessly as he fell into the turbulent river, and then a strong sense of choking and suffocation filled his mind!

Right,

He was currently just experiencing the memories of these ghosts before they died, as if he were in an inescapable dream. None of Chen Ling’s real-world methods could be used here...

Death was the predetermined outcome.

In a very short time, Chen Ling experienced three ways of dying: "falling from a building," "car accident," and "drowning." Unlike the previous two times where the pain ended instantly, the process of "drowning" was very long and agonizing. Chen Ling choked on water for nearly a minute before his consciousness finally plunged into darkness.

Immediately afterward, he was reborn in a hospital two streets away.

Fourth time, fifth time... tenth time...

Thirtieth time...

Generally speaking, a person only has one chance to experience the pain of death in their lifetime, but Chen Ling experienced dozens of deaths in a very short period of time, continuously and without interruption.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have had a mental breakdown long ago, but Chen Ling still examined every death in an extremely clear and rational state...

It was only then that Chen Ling truly confirmed that he really had no way to resist the "death experience" brought by these ghosts.

Not knowing how many times he would die, not knowing how he would die next, not knowing when this endless torture would end... This was a despair more cruel than death itself.

But this level of despair couldn't break Chen Ling’s spirit in the face of his extremely resilient willpower.

The 141st time, Chen Ling was accidentally thrown into a machine and ground into pieces while still alive...

The 369th time, Chen Ling choked to death on a piece of jelly stuck in his throat...

The 513th time, Chen Ling was crushed into blood and mud by building materials falling from a high altitude...

When Chen Ling died for the 600th time,

He vaguely sensed something different.

He was standing on the rooftop of a ruin, his footsteps walking toward the edge of the building uncontrollably. His gaze didn't waver from the pain of 600 deaths, but suddenly looked at a void above his head...

"This feeling..."

"What is it?"

Chen Ling couldn't describe it. It was a rather vague feeling, like... a gaze?

Yes, a gaze.

It was as if something was lying on the void, silently staring at him, and the gaze of that thing falling on him brought an indescribable feeling... And this feeling became stronger as Chen Ling kept getting closer to the edge of death.

*Bang—*

Chen Ling stepped into the air and fell to his death.

670th time...

754th time...

When Chen Ling entered the 800th death cycle, that feeling became clearer and stronger, as if he had developed some special sense from countless close encounters with death, and what this feeling pointed to was...

A rule?

890th time;

933rd time...

When the 999th death arrived, Chen Ling "saw" the full picture of that thing.

"So it was you..."

Chen Ling’s lips curled up slightly. He looked at the void above his head and slowly spat out two words:

"Ghost, Path."

The moment these two words were spoken...

The entire Ancient Ghost Path Treasury shook slightly!

I don't know if it was Chen Ling’s illusion, but the gaze that thing "looked" at him with seemed full of shock and confusion, as well as a trace of imperceptible... fear?

It didn't understand.

Chen Ling had been soaking in the River of Oblivion for nearly an hour, experienced 1,000 deaths, and felt the pain of death 1,000 times... Why hadn't he lost himself yet?

In this world, there was actually a creature whose soul could experience 1,000 deaths in a short period of time and still remain rational...

And even perceive its existence?

The 1,001st rebirth, Chen Ling was a patient in a wheelchair, being pushed forward slowly...

Chen Ling didn't care at all about his impending death, but continued to stare at the Ghost Path above the firmament, speaking calmly:

"It seems that these are all the methods you have..."

*Snap—*

Chen Ling was crushed into blood mist by a speeding train.

The 1,002nd rebirth, his neck was hung on a sharp wire loop, and the wire cut through the skin and flesh of his chin bit by bit. His gaze remained indifferent and calm.

"Whether you kill me 1,000 times or 2,000 times..."

*Gurgle—*

His head was cut off by the wire.

The 1,003rd rebirth, Chen Ling stumbled into a burning bonfire, the flames roasting his body, but his voice was as cold as an ice cellar.

"You cannot defeat me."

His body was burned into charcoal bit by bit.

The 1,004th rebirth, Chen Ling had half his body cut off by an out-of-control lawnmower, and his body, with eyes wide open in death, rolled onto the blood-colored grass... his eyes staring straight at the sky.

"Let’s see..."

"Who..."

"Outlasts whom."

He slowly closed his eyes.

The 1,100th death... the 1,300th death... the 1,627th...

When Chen Ling was killed again in a daze, the expected scene of the next death didn't appear, and his vision suddenly plunged into a silent darkness.

Chen Ling was stunned.

He was dazed for several seconds before finally coming to his senses, a glimmer of clarity appearing in his numb eyes!

The figure draped in the red-bottomed, black-patterned theatrical robe couldn't help but laugh:

"I know it now!!"

"1,627 deaths, I have experienced the deaths of everyone I killed that time! You no longer have any 'Karma' to use against me!!"

"You lost! Hahahahahaha!!"

After more than 1,600 deaths, the gloom and pain suppressed in Chen Ling’s heart were all vented in this wild laughter. The theatrical robe stood tall on the turbulent River of Oblivion, mocking the incompetence of the Ghost Path.

A moment later, a ghostly phantom figure walked slowly out of the River of Oblivion...