Xuanxia

Chapter 680: Yinquan, Styx

The River Styx?!
When Fu Qingzhou heard this word, his scalp exploded!
"Master Lin!?" He asked in astonishment, "What did you just say? The Styx?!"

His sudden shout startled Hua Xiaolan, and Lin Wangshu also looked up in surprise.

"Why are you so startled?"

Hua Xiaolan rolled her eyes at him.

Lin Wangshu looked at the young man he just met with a serious look: "Young Master Fu, have you heard of the Styx?"

I've heard of the Styx Valley, but I've never heard of the Styx River.

But maybe there really is a connection...

Fu Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said softly, "Well, Master Lin, the situation is urgent right now. We don't have time to chat here. You can come with us and we can talk on the way."

Lin Wangshu opened his mouth and was about to respond when a voice came from the side: "Master, no!"

A few people turned their heads to look, and saw several disciples of Lingjing Sect wearing iron masks slowly walking towards them.

They were also covered in blood and panting, obviously having just been through a fight.

"We have been killing for several hours, and these monsters have finally retreated a little bit..."

The leader was obviously "Mr. Da". He said in a deep voice: "The leader never stopped for a moment and killed five giant demon apes alone! He needs to rest, and he can't take that risk with you!"

After that, he took a step forward and said, "When it comes to the art of controlling water, I am confident that I am not inferior to others. I can go with you."

"If you're worried, I can come with you."

A middle-aged woman who was also wearing a metal mask walked out from behind him and spoke in a hoarse voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, several other disciples of Lingjing Sect also stood up and responded loudly.

A bitter smile appeared on Lin Wangshu's calm face.

“That’s how this group of people are.”

Hua Xiaolan whispered to Fu Qingzhou, "He is obviously one level lower than Sect Leader Lin in terms of cultivation, but he always feels the need to 'protect' him. He treats Sect Leader Lin like a porcelain doll."

Although she said it quietly, her voice was actually quite loud and everyone could hear it clearly.

"You!" A Lingjing Sect disciple was furious: "Don't be so reckless..."

"okay."

Lin Wangshu spoke calmly, interrupting them: "I will go with them, you stay here - don't say anything more, this trip is extremely important, if it succeeds, the evil spirits in Miaojiang can be eliminated. You can't do this, only I can do it."

The disciples of Lingjing Sect may all have love for Lin Wangshu in their hearts, but they admire him more.

Now he said, "You can't do it, only I can do it." How dare these disciples raise any objections? They could only lower their heads and retreat to the side.

"Let's go."

Lin Wangshu stood up from the boulder and smiled at Fu Qingzhou: "Let's talk about what you want to know about the Styx on the way."

……

"This... Sect Leader Lin, I didn't expect you to have this skill."

Hua Xiaolan lay on the side of the ship in amazement, watching the blurry scenery around her receding backwards.

Yes, they were on a ship... a "flying close to the ground" ship.

In the past, perhaps no one knew why Lingjingmen would place a boat in the rear camp, but now, everyone knows.

The boat was not completely in contact with the ground. A layer of waves was sandwiched between them, carrying the boat forward rapidly. Although there were waves everywhere, not a drop of water was wasted. No matter how far they splashed, they would immediately return to the bottom of the boat.

"Master Lin, do you want to save some energy?" Fu Qingzhou asked, "You just killed a lot of monsters, and you will have to work hard later..."

"No need."

Lin Wangshu smiled and said, "The spiritual energy in the Ten Thousand Poison Mountains is extremely abundant, no weaker than that in the Black Mountain Islands. Moreover, the spiritual energy here is naturally generated by heaven and earth and is not polluted. Breathing here will restore you very quickly."

"That's true." Fu Qingzhou smiled.

He was also drained of his true energy by De Jian. It took him most of the day to recover at the foot of Zixiao Peak.

But now... only two hours have passed and he has almost recovered.

"In that case, Master Lin." He said softly, "Tell me what you know about the Styx."

"it is good."

Lin Wangshu stood at the bow, looking straight ahead, and said calmly: "Do you know that Lingjing Sect and Qiluo Palace once had the same origin?"

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "I know."

"A mirror and a string are the magic weapons left by our ancestors."

Lin Wangshu said slowly: "The Mysterious Mirror and the True Qin are both first-class treasures nowadays, but more than a thousand years ago, they were not so rare. At that time, there were many sects in the world, such as the Wuliang Taiji Dao, the Milun Sect, the Wuguang Sea, and the Xuannv Palace. The predecessors at that time were much stronger than we are today, and there were even many strong people in the Wuwo God Realm."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes narrowed slightly. He had also heard the smoker talk about these things.

"At that time, Dayan had not yet been established, and the world was divided among various heroes. There were constant wars and countless people died every day. Therefore, two sects were born... that specialized in the way of corpse ghosts."

Lin Wangshu said: "One is Lingwu Mountain, and the other is Minghe Valley."

Styx Valley!
Fu Qingzhou lowered his head and looked at the curse mark on his palm.

Sure enough, the Styx that Lin Wangshu mentioned before, is it related to the Styx Valley...

At this moment, he suddenly heard Hua Xiaolan curiously ask: "Lingwu Mountain? Isn't this the predecessor of my Wandu Mountain?"

"good."

Lin Wangshu turned his head and smiled at her: "Then you can talk about this part."

"There's actually not much to say." Hua Xiaolan said briefly, "Lingwu Mountain is much larger. Once upon a time, the entire Shu land plus the Hundred Thousand Mountains belonged to Lingwu Mountain, and there were even two small countries under its name."

"Lingwu Mountain uses witchcraft to control the bodies of the dead. There will always be deaths in war, but under the control of Lingwu Mountain's magic, these dead people can still stand up again and join the war, so their fighting power is extremely terrifying..."

"However, because this act was a blasphemy against the dead and posed a huge threat to other vassal states, it was surrounded and suppressed by the other major sects and vassal states."

"After that, Lingwu Mountain was almost completely wiped out, leaving only the Miao people deep in the Shiwan Mountains. We built the Wandu Mountain based on some of the traditions they left behind. And those skills and magic that drove the dead were all burned because they were against the harmony of nature."

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly.

I didn't expect Wandu Mountain had such a past...

"good."

Lin Wangshu smiled and said, "Although the Styx Valley is much more low-key in comparison, its ending is similar - they don't control people's corpses, but they have done a very deep study on the soul. It is even rumored that the strongest ones can make their bodies immortal and their souls live forever after death."

"After Lingwu Mountain was destroyed, they were hunted down and eventually disappeared without a trace."

Fu Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat.

"However, in the records of my Lingjing Sect ancestors, there are some secrets that others don't know."

Lin Wangshu's smile faded slightly, and he said softly, "It is said that there really is a Styx in this world. It is the final resting place of all the dead. Their souls are thrown into it, and after being cleansed, they can re-enter reincarnation. The Styx Valley is located at the origin of the Styx. Their ancestors have just realized those unique cultivation methods."

"And the Styx is said to stretch for tens of thousands of miles, from north to south, from the northernmost cliff to the south..."

He paused for a moment and then said word by word: "The Ten Thousand Mountains in Southern Xinjiang."

Fu Qingzhou's pupils shrank, and he finally asked, "Master Lin means that if we trace the source of the Yin Spring, we will eventually reach the Styx Valley?"

At the same time, Hua Xiaolan was also somewhat surprised and asked: "Is the martial arts of Lingwu Mountain related to this?"

"The answer to your questions is yes."

Lin Wangshu said softly: "There was once a legend that if you go upstream from the lower reaches of the Styx, you can reverse reincarnation, revive the dead, and even gain the memories and abilities of your past life."

"Therefore, thousands of years ago, many, many people tried to swim upstream from the southern border into the Styx."

"But in the end, most of them died in the River Styx."

He looked at Hua Xiaolan, his expression somewhat helpless: "But perhaps the corpses washed by the Styx are really a little strange, so they were used by Lingwu Mountain to research those secret techniques of controlling corpses."

I see……

Fu Qingzhou seemed to be thinking about something.

“No wonder the Sky Devouring Demon Body refined with Yinquan Water is so strange.”

Hua Xiaolan frowned slightly: "No wonder so many monsters crawled out of the Styx! Who knows what kind of secrets and powers the river has, and who knows how many souls it hides. It is normal for monsters to be born."

"……good."

Lin Wangshu smiled and said, "But in this case, with the strength of the three of us, it would be too difficult to crack the secret of the Styx and drive away the evil spirits."

Fu Qingzhou came back to his senses, took over the conversation, and smiled calmly: "There is no need to drive them away. The purpose of our trip is to buy time for Elder Yu and the others to repair the formation. As long as we can find a way to temporarily contain the monster, it will be fine."

“We can figure out what to do next.”

As they were talking, the boat was rapidly approaching its destination.

It was more than two hundred miles west of Wandu Mountain, but for Lin Wangshu it only took him a quarter of an hour to get there.

The vegetation in the surrounding forests became increasingly sparse, and the sounds of birds and insects could no longer be heard, nor could any signs of wild animal activity be seen. Even the land gradually turned black and smelled bad.

Soon, the sound of gurgling stream was heard ahead.

But listening to the sound of water, no one feels peaceful and calm.

A strong foul smell filled the air, as if tens of millions of corpses were piled up and rotting in front of me, and the air became turbid.

The boat gradually stopped, and a dark stream appeared in front of the three people.

(End of this chapter)