"What?"

Ma Mian was stunned.

From what the young man was saying, it was clear that he didn't mainly cultivate spiritual power.

But if he didn't mainly cultivate spiritual power, yet his spiritual power could reach such a terrifying degree, that was simply unbelievable.

"Niu Tou, it seems this kid is even more difficult to deal with than we imagined!"

"Nonsense, who would dare to barge into the Gates of Hell without a few tricks up their sleeve?"

Niu Tou widened his bull-like eyes. "However, no matter how difficult he is to deal with, anyone who dares to cause trouble at the Gates of Hell will only find death!"

"Earth Net Formation… Constrict!"

Niu Tou let out a furious roar, and the Earth Net Formation finally took shape. The black lines within the formation became even denser and more solid, looking like lasers.

In an instant, this great net enveloped Chen Xiao from above!

"Hmph, kid, even a great expert in the Transformation God Realm would find it hard to escape the Earth Net's constriction. Today, I will completely destroy your soul!"

A thick killing intent filled Niu Tou's eyes.

In his view, the situation was set, and this kid who dared to barge into the Gates of Hell would not escape death!

However, in the next second, his bull-like eyes widened even further.

"This, how is this possible…"

Because under the Earth Net Formation's constriction, the kid was actually unharmed!

Don't be ridiculous, Chen Xiao's body had been tempered and refined by the Netherfire.

How could this mere ghost energy harm him?

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Chen Xiao withstood the Earth Net Formation, wielding the Yitian Sword, and continuously spun out several sword blossoms.

Sword Qi howled as it went forth, and the group of ghost soldiers let out wails!

Niu Tou and Ma Mian exchanged a glance, and once again said in unison, "We're no match, retreat!"

They rapidly fled towards the vortex in the magma, knowing that as long as they returned to the Netherworld, their lives would be guaranteed.

Then they could ask Yama to deal with him, beating this kid until his soul was destroyed.

They had planned it out well, but unfortunately, Chen Xiao didn't give them the chance to carry out their plan.

Behind them, two streams of sword Qi howled over, cutting Niu Tou and Ma Mian in half at the waist, turning them into four pieces, and dropping them into the rolling magma.

Having fallen into the magma, Chen Xiao didn't bother with whether they lived or died.

Because the void vortex at the center of the magma was constantly shrinking.

The Gate of Realm Origin seemed to be about to close!

Chen Xiao plunged straight towards the vortex, advancing at full speed.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the vortex.

…………

When Chen Xiao emerged from the vortex, behind him was a pass, and on the pass were written three large characters: ‘Gates of Hell’.

Looking around, in this world, the sky was blood-red, and the earth was a murky yellow… and before Chen Xiao were two ghost soldiers with blank expressions.

Chen Xiao's sudden appearance filled their faces with confusion.

"Who are you?"

Two or three seconds later, one of the ghost soldiers came back to his senses, drew his broadsword, pointed it at Chen Xiao, and questioned him sternly.

Chen Xiao slashed with the Yitian Sword, and the two ghost soldiers were separated head from body. The other one didn't even say a word, and didn't even have time to draw his sword.

"Is this the legendary Netherworld?"

Chen Xiao closed his eyes and carefully sensed it.

Fortunately, within this Middle Chiliocosm, his abilities were not restricted.

His power was surging, his spiritual energy was abundant, and even his divine sense seemed to have become more sensitive in this space.

Chen Xiao remembered that Ma Mian had said that ghost cultivators mainly cultivated spiritual power, and he wondered if it had something to do with this.

Without thinking too much about these minor details, Chen Xiao left the Gates of Hell to search for Wangchuan (River of Oblivion).

According to the Lu Ling King's hint, there was another Holy Relic at the bottom of the Wangchuan River.

Outside the Gates of Hell was an extremely wide road. The road was endless, and beside the road was a stone tablet with the three characters ‘Huangquan Road’ (Road to the Underworld).

"Hoh, this is the legendary Huangquan Road!"

Chen Xiao felt very novel, as if he had entered a myth.

However, he knew that this was not a myth, and the scene before him was somewhat different from the myths.

In myths, after a person dies, their soul would be escorted by ghost soldiers along the Huangquan Road all the way to Fengdu Ghost City.

Then, the judge in the Yama Palace would decide whether they would be reincarnated or sent to the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

But the Huangquan Road before Chen Xiao was empty, not to mention ghost soldiers, he hadn't even seen a wandering ghost.

There was only an empty road, boundless and without end.

But Chen Xiao could only walk along this road, because there was no other road to take.

And according to legends, Wangchuan (River of Oblivion) was at the end of the Huangquan Road.

Above Wangchuan (River of Oblivion) was the Naihe Bridge (Bridge of Helplessness), and beyond the Naihe Bridge was Fengdu Ghost City.

He wondered if there really was a Meng Po (Lady Meng) on the Naihe Bridge, whether Meng Po really had Meng Po Soup, and whether drinking Meng Po Soup would really make one forget all the memories of their previous life.

Chen Xiao had a head full of questions, but they were only out of curiosity, and the answers to the questions were irrelevant.

His main question was only one, and that was to find Wangchuan (River of Oblivion).

The road was long, so Chen Xiao directly summoned the Yitian Sword and flew forward.

Looking down from above, the two sides of the Huangquan Road were densely forested.

However, the trees in those forests were all dead.

The branches were dry and bare, adding to the bleak atmosphere.

And in those withered forests, he could occasionally see clusters of black mist.

Those black mists were of various shapes, and were precisely the Ghost Origins that Chen Xiao had seen in the Divine Execution Hall.

However, these Ghost Origins were much weaker than the one Chen Xiao had seen in the Divine Execution Hall, and Chen Xiao didn't have much interest in eliminating them.

Live and let live, we each go our own way!

Along the way, Chen Xiao hadn't seen anything else other than these Ghost Origins.

Even the scenery on the roadside was exactly the same, as if it had been copied and pasted.

Chen Xiao even began to wonder if he had encountered a ghost wall, constantly cycling back and forth on the same stretch of road.

But soon, Chen Xiao dismissed this idea.

Because he looked into the distance and saw a wide river in the far distance.

The river was turbulent, with rolling waves.

"That's probably Wangchuan (River of Oblivion)!"

Chen Xiao thought to himself, a trace of excitement in his eyes.

He activated his spiritual energy and accelerated the Yitian Sword's flight speed.

Swoosh—

The combination of man and sword turned into a yellow light, flying towards Wangchuan (River of Oblivion).

About ten minutes after discovering Wangchuan (River of Oblivion), Chen Xiao landed on the bank of Wangchuan (River of Oblivion).

Observing at close range, the waters of Wangchuan (River of Oblivion) appeared even more turbulent.

The river was wide, with a distance of thousands of meters between the two banks.

The river water presented a very strange color, neither yellow nor red.

Chen Xiao originally wanted to use his divine sense to probe beneath the surface of the river, but the river water seemed to have been set with a barrier by someone.

Even with Chen Xiao's current divine sense strength, he couldn't detect the area below the surface of the river.

Just then, a weak and aged voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Young man, the weather is hot, come to this old woman's place and have a cup of herbal tea to relieve the heat…"