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  "A worm, from the moment it was born, could survive by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It didn't know heaven, didn't know earth, didn't know father or mother, had no brothers or sisters. One day, it felt that it should be able to leave this place, so it crawled outward, but its body was bound by darkness. So it used its head to knock against the darkness that bound it, struggling with all its might. When it was tired, it stopped to rest and breathe in the cool air of the darkness. After resting, it started knocking and struggling again. When it was hungry, it swallowed spiritual energy. It didn't sleep or rest, at any time or moment. Finally, one day, the darkness loosened and slowly cracked open, thread by thread, layer by layer. This darkness seemed extremely thick, but it moved forward along the opening. Also without knowing how long it took, finally, one day, the darkness that bound it completely opened."

  However, what was presented before its eyes was still endless darkness, even more profound and icy. How could it be like this? This world should be full of colorful lights, fragrant flowers everywhere, countless flowers blooming in the sky and on the ground. So, in the dark universe, flowers began to bloom, red, yellow, blue, green, purple, a sea of flowers. It was delighted in its heart, wanting to dance among the flowers, only to discover that its body had changed, growing a pair of shiny black wings, but the wings were still weak and soft, making it hard to fly. So it began to absorb the spiritual energy from the sky again, increasing the strength of its wings, until one day, it flew up into the air. Fluttering, leisurely and carefree.

  However, with the appearance of the flower sea, it wasn't long before other things appeared. Various unknown monsters, some human-like and some beast-like, all looked terrifying. It didn't like this one bit and warned them to leave. Some of them seemed to escape, but most just stood there staring, and some even wanted to pick flowers. It got very angry and charged at their seemingly weak spots with great force. With this one collision, it discovered that they immediately fell to the ground without getting up. Its heart felt joyful, and from then on, no matter what entered the flower sea, it would first warn them. If there was any hesitation, it would charge at the opponent's weak spot, and not a single one could dodge.

  Chen Jing sat alone in the darkness, his entire being almost merging with the shadows. The darkness was like a sea, unknowingly harboring hidden dangers, always having something approaching, bringing an icy chill. However, as soon as it drew within three zhang, it would come to a halt. At this moment, Chen Jing's hands holding the sword would tremble, and a faint hum of the sword would be heard, with a hint of murderous intent. Some would suddenly turn around and flee in panic, but more would stand still, their broken swords fluttering up, light as butterflies, carrying a faint hum, slicing through the air, and when the sword returned, all was quiet once again.

  "River God, River God......"

  A ghostly figure appeared in the distance, she didn't dare to get close, but kept shouting from afar. In her eyes, on Chen Jing's palm that held the sword, a black butterfly quietly lay there.

  In the midst of a daze, Chen Jing felt someone calling out to him. After thinking for a long time, he finally realized that it was indeed someone calling out to him. Opening his eyes, the spirit still didn't dare to approach and said from afar: "River God, today is the day when the souls in hell return to the world of the living, the city gate has opened."

  Xu Ling couldn't see what state Chen Jing was in now, and she felt extremely surprised that Chen Jing could still be alive and have his own consciousness. After a long time, she finally heard Chen Jing say: "Use the Soul Mirror to take a look at me."

  She didn't see the virtual spirit stretch out her hand and put it in her pocket to take out a mirror. With a flick of her wrist, there was already a black mirror on her palm. The mirror itself couldn't be seen clearly, shrouded in a dark mist. She wiped it lightly in mid-air, and a mirror surface appeared in the void. From this point, it can be seen that she is extremely skilled in using this mirror.

  In the mirror, a person sat there, it was Chen Jinghun's soul body. The red spots on his soul body had increased, some of which had turned blue, but these spots were not active, as if they had fallen into a state of quiet hibernation.

  However, at this time, there was another butterfly on Chen Jing's palm in the mirror. The butterfly was shrouded in a black mist, quietly absorbing the fragrance like it was lying on a flower. The mist and Chen Jing's soul had almost become one entity. Xū Líng looked carefully, guessing that the reason why Chen Jing could still be alive until now should be that unknown butterfly. She couldn't help but take another look, but in her eyes, the butterfly's slightly moving wings suddenly turned into a flower, followed by a sea of flowers appearing, with waves of fragrance entering her nose, making her feel extremely comfortable and relaxed, as if she wanted to lie down and sleep for a while.

  "Ding..."

  The sound of the sword being drawn, a chill ran down her spine, like an ice cube falling from her collar and sliding down her back, sending a shiver through her entire body. She woke up with a start, involuntarily taking a few steps back, her face pale with shock. Looking at Chen Jing, he was already standing up, the faint redness that had appeared on his face earlier gone, except for his forehead which looked a bit frightening, but his face still looked handsome. However, to Xū Líng, Chen Jing's entire person seemed to exude an air of quiet mystery besides being calm.

  "A day in the mortal world, a year in the underworld. Have I been here for over three hundred years?" Chen Jing sighed. Before Xul Ling could respond, Chen Jing continued: "Once you leave this city, do you know how to leave the underworld?"

  "I know a place, but it's probably going to be very dangerous." Yu Ling calmed herself and didn't dare look directly into Chen Jing's eyes.

  "What danger?"

  "I don't know, I just remember being able to leave from there, but what kind of danger it was, I don't recall."

  Chen Jingru furrowed his brow, but didn't say anything else, only asking how to leave this place.

  The spirit pointed in one direction and said, "River God, look, isn't that the city gate?"

  As expected, a city gate had appeared silently at some point, identical to the one Chen Jing had seen before. At that time, when Chen Jing opened the gate, he saw that the inside of the city was dark like an abyss, and nothing could be seen except for the area around the gate. Now, standing inside the city, although it looked much brighter outside, the movements of the vengeful spirits inside the city were still invisible. Only one by one, the vengeful spirits stumbled out of the city gate, walking towards the outside, and as soon as they left the city, their speed increased rapidly, just like their magical powers were recovering continuously.

  Xu Ling arrived outside the city, but found that Chen Jing was not following behind him. He hastily turned his head to look back and saw Chen Jing standing at the city gate looking inside. It's unknown what he was thinking about, but after a long while, he finally turned his head around and took one step forward, now standing beside Xu Ling.

  "What is the River God looking at?" asked Xul Ling.

  "I wonder if this city was born with the heaven and earth or created by human beings? Such a city that encompasses everything, almost forming its own world, what kind of person could have built it?"

  The spirit did not answer, but showed a deep thinking expression.

  The sky was still gloomy, but it was no longer that kind of inky blackness where nothing could be seen, but rather a cloudy day on earth.

  A thousand miles of dark wind rises, a hundred miles of lost souls in chaos.

  Chen Jing suddenly asked: "Now in the mortal world is the Ghost Festival, these dead souls will return to the mortal world, why don't we follow them."

  "It doesn't matter if you follow them or not, there are definitely many places where the underworld and the human world intersect. The underworld has ten cities, each with countless spirits of the dead. However, during the Ghost Festival, only a few can truly return to the human world." Xuleng was still thinking about what dangers lay at that exit, leaving her with a deep sense of foreboding even though she couldn't remember anything specific.

  Chen Jing didn't say he wanted to go to another exit, and although Xul Ling said there was danger, at least Xul Ling had gone out before and was still alive, whereas the other exits were completely unknown. In Chen Jing's mind, perhaps all the exits were about the same.

  These wandering spirits in the world, from initially stumbling to later jumping and flying, drifting like the wind, hiding without a trace. Chen Jing couldn't help but wonder what kind of people they were when they were alive, and even after death, as residual souls, they still had such magical abilities.

  Following the vengeful spirits in one direction, there were also many lost souls walking towards that place. These lost souls seemed to be drawn by an unseen force, dispersing into the dark expanse of heaven and earth, heading in all directions.

  Not long after they set out, Chen Jing would ask Xul Ling to use the 'Soul-Reflecting Mirror' on himself. Every time he did, Xul Ling discovered that the red spots of free-roaming activity on Chen Jing's soul were increasing in number.

  Xu Ling suddenly understood that when those red spots became more active, Chen Jing must have fallen into a struggle again. She looked at the originally dormant red spots starting to become active, then carefully watched Chen Jing's expression, trying to keep her distance from him. And Chen Jing seemed to be unaware of her thoughts, but the distance between them changed from walking shoulder to shoulder to being one zhang apart.

  Fortunately, Chen Jing looked calm all along and finally stopped in front of a mountain under the silent atmosphere.

  The mountain wasn't high, nor was it particularly precipitous, yet it gave Chen Jing a feeling of being unable to see through it. It seemed as though this mountain didn't just exist in the amount that could be seen, with the nearby places existing solidly and realistically, but when looking further away, it gave Chen Jing an unreal feeling, as if there was a layer of membrane separating them. Further away still, it suddenly disappeared, as if cut off by space.

  Chen Jing and the vengeful spirits dwelled outside the mountain, while other wandering souls dared not to enter, wailing and howling in the distance. The sky was filled with dark clouds, and gusts of cold wind blew, for they had a keen sense of danger.

  "Qin Cheng Huan brought us to this place, it doesn't seem to have any danger, right? And they've already left, I think they must know a safe way out." Chen Jing said suddenly.

  "He is the City God, a deity of the underworld, and has the ability to communicate between the yin and yang realms." Xū Líng stood three zhang away from Chen Jing, also looking at the mountain with confusion. Chen Jing heard this and roughly understood why Qin Cheng Huang would cooperate with Jiang Liu Yun. One could freely enter and exit the yin and yang realms, while the other had a precious treasure that allowed him to enter Qin Guang City without falling into depravity.

  Suddenly, Chen Jing's face changed color, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

  "Get away from me!" Chen Jing shouted out these words and had already fallen to the ground, his eyes tightly closed.

  The ethereal spirit floated up and disappeared into thin air, only to reappear on a small hillside several miles away, gazing at Chen Jing from afar.