The Great Road of Shading the Sky

Chapter 283 Corpse, Black Dog, Daughter
"boom!"

The fleeting youth awakens the obsessions of her past life; she holds up the temple with one hand and plunges alone into the cycle of reincarnation.

This time, without any careful exploration, she drove straight in and appeared in front of the wooden city at the end in an instant.

"Once is never enough, twice is never enough. Hopefully, this time there won't be any trouble."

She muttered something to herself, her expression utterly calm, and reached out her other hand to pull the ancient wooden city out of time.

With a casual grasp, light shimmered, and the wooden city transformed into a long wooden sword.

"It's passable, if not completely unusable." Shaohua nodded slightly.

In fact, at her level, it doesn't matter whether she has other weapons or not, unless they are her natal weapons that she has poured her heart and soul into.

Not only does it offer no benefit, but it might even get in the way when you try to activate it, making it far less convenient than simply rolling up your sleeves and swinging your fist.

But she insisted on turning this obstructive wooden city into a sword.

The main reason is that Liu Shen saw Huang's message before, and in order to verify her identity again, she stabbed herself in the heart here.

While it's understandable and acceptable, it doesn't mean she's truly unaffected.

Now, revisiting this place, I can't help but think, "Well, it was just something I did on a whim, nothing worth mentioning!"
After the wooden city disappeared, an ancient stone palace, carved out by human hands, remained on the site.

Within the palace, there were faint, indistinct creatures, yet all remained silent, clad in incredibly worn armor. They were once enforcers on the path of reincarnation, long since decayed and gone.

As Shao Hua's eyes opened and closed, divine light shone like a rainbow, instantly illuminating the entire land of reincarnation. The ancient stone hall, along with the long-dead corpses of the enforcers, all vanished into thin air.

The aura emanating from her was so intense, it was as if her former imperial form had been reborn.

Unfortunately, she is no longer the person she once was.
"If the heavens obstruct me, I will shatter them; if the earth blocks me, I will trample it. Even if I am no longer what I once was, the mere man-made cycle of reincarnation cannot stop me. The underworld, here I come!"

After the wooden city and the stone palace disappeared, at the end of this land of reincarnation, only a hazy area remained, where wisps of the Great Dao were revealed, explaining the laws of the underworld.

Without needing anyone's explanation or explanation, Shaohua saw through everything at a glance and understood everything.

As she swung her sword, the sealed passage once again revealed the secrets of reincarnation. Fragments of the Great Dao transformed into a deep vortex, as if draped in layers of stardust, both beautiful and eerie.

"boom!!!!!!!"

On this day, the Great Underworld, which had been silent for countless years, suddenly trembled, its sound like the grand bells of a great bell resounding throughout the three thousand realms of the underworld!

A chilling aura emanated from behind countless beings of the underworld, and many powerful figures of the underworld soared into the sky, attempting to find out why.

The underworld had been silent for far too long. Such a tremendous commotion was not only unprecedented in history, but also quite unprecedented.

At least, apart from those incredibly ancient creatures, no one has ever seen such a commotion.

The more powerful a person is, the more they feel like the sky is about to fall.
And this is not an illusion. The fact is that in the underworld, the boundless darkness was torn apart, and the brilliant sword light shone through the ages!

"Qiang!"

Heaven and earth collapsed, time and space shattered, and youth entered a broken cycle of reincarnation, single-handedly carving out a path to the underworld.

She wielded a wooden sword, hacking and slashing, and occasionally even picked up a dojo and rammed it into the ground, displaying remarkable ferocity.

"Boom!!!"

Another violent tremor erupted, its sound echoing through the three thousand realms of the underworld. Symbols of the Great Dao flew everywhere, and the chains of divine order intertwined and then melted, creating an extremely horrifying scene.

The powerful figures from the eighteen forbidden zones and perilous places of the underworld felt a chill run down their spines at this moment. They all narrowed their eyes, and terrifying cold lightning burst forth from their pupils, tearing through the void.

They stared intently at the sky, but the longer they gazed, the more their hearts pounded.

The sword light was too intense, like billions of suns shining brightly across the four directions and eight wastelands, dispelling all darkness and causing these "yin spirits" to vanish into nothingness!
Finally, they could no longer hold on. They all shook their heads violently, unable to bear looking any longer. Their souls were pounding, and they felt incredulous, as if looking at it for even a second would cause them to explode.

Everyone turned around in unison, gazing towards the end of the ever-flowing River of Souls, wanting to know how the legendary true master of the Underworld would react.

But what disappointed them, and even horrified them, was the deathly silence at the end of the River of Souls, as if the supreme being there had long since departed.

"Why is there no movement at the final destination at the end of the River of Souls?" an old monster asked tremblingly.

"Isn't it said that there are supreme beings there? Could it be..." Even the rising stars of the underworld were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

The underworld is not entirely inhabited by spirits; it also contains native creatures that existed since the beginning of creation.

In contrast to the mortal realm, the underworld is also a vast and boundless world, known as having three thousand realms, with countless living beings, numerous evolved beings, and far more paths than the mortal realm.

If the mortal realm represents the most orthodox path of evolution in this era, then the underworld is the complete opposite. Almost all paths of evolution that still exist in the world can be found here, and even the laws of the ancient Heavenly Emperors have been passed down.

Of course, those roads are no longer passable; the path ahead has long been cut off.

When the person who pioneered the path of evolution passed away, the entire path of evolution encountered problems, and only in a special environment like the underworld could a little progress be made.

Even so, the underworld can be considered a place where a hundred flowers bloom, with countless celestial beings and great powers.

After all, transcending the realm of humanity is extremely difficult, and very few people can do it.

Beside a burial pit, a bloated, headless, decaying corpse crawled out, then hurriedly jumped back to find its head, stretched out its hands, and snapped its head back into place.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could she possibly have passed away? Anyone can die, but she can't! If something happens to her, then everything is over!"

The rotting corpse didn't care that the sky in the underworld was about to collapse; it was more concerned about the situation at the end of the River of Souls, and at this moment it couldn't help but let out a shriek.

It's hard to imagine that such a rotting face could still vividly display that look of panic.

Someone seemed to recognize his origins, and their expression changed drastically. This person seemed to have an immense background, having appeared in some kind of terrifying legend on a time map from an unknown era. They hurriedly asked him why he was so distraught.

In the distance, the bloated, decaying body of the powerful figure couldn't help but let out a sigh.

How proud I was in my past, and how prosperous and powerful my contemporaries were.
Especially the one at the end of the River of Souls, who was once exceptionally talented and had an extraordinary background.

But now, they've fallen to such a state that no one even knows their names anymore.

"It seems you have no idea what's there, no knowledge of that legendary era, and no knowledge of those people buried in ancient history. At most, you've only heard your ancestors mention them, but I think even your ancestors weren't qualified to know their names!"

The corpse spoke, and as it finished, it became increasingly domineering, its eyes blazing with fiery light, as if it were reminiscing about a bygone era, an ancient legend that had long since vanished from the world.

More importantly, he was once one of those people!
When he mentioned that legend, that era, and those people, the entire underworld rumbled and trembled.

No one could tell whether it was due to an unimaginable enemy about to attack, or whether the rotting corpse had truly touched upon some taboo within a taboo, as it claimed. "I don't believe all my former friends are gone. Even if you are truly gone, I will summon your remnant souls, and bring them back!"

The corpse was unwilling to talk too much about the past. He pulled out a tattered long banner from the ground. It looked like a fire poker with a few pieces of rags hanging on it, but now, as he waved it, it seemed as if he could shake the eternal space and time.

The scene around him became extremely terrifying, filled with chaotic energy, and even the Great Dao of the Underworld resonated with it.

"Hiss~ That thing looks like one of the legendary magical artifacts?"

"Wasn't it said that those magical artifacts had already become part of the Great Dao of the Three Realms?!"

Creatures from other forbidden zones and perilous lands were wary, staring at the tattered banner and involuntarily gasping for breath.

The corpse ignored the murmurs of the others, vigorously shaking the tattered banner, trying to call out to his old brothers, refusing to believe that they were all gone.

He unleashed a stench of decay that filled the air, a fog of corpses obscuring the sky, and an ancient banner fluttered wildly in the wind.

"Woof! You damn fool, stop playing with that broken stick of yours, are you trying to summon a ghost?!"

In the distance, in the ancient underworld near the end of the River of Souls, a gigantic hellish beast, as tall as a mountain and as black as ink, sensed something.

It awoke from its slumber, raised its head, opened its large, bright eyes in anger, and opened its blood-red mouth, looking as if it could swallow the entire world, and then suddenly let out a howl.

"Hahaha, I knew you bastard were still alive!" The rotting corpse laughed loudly, then turned sorrowful and asked, "Where are the others? Don't tell me they're all dead?"

The black dog's pupils contracted sharply, and its head, which had just been raised, drooped down again, as if it had suddenly lost all its energy. Its back became hunched, and its old eyes were filled with turbid tears.

If anyone could see its true appearance, they would discover that the seemingly mighty black behemoth was actually an extremely old black dog with almost all its fur gone.

"Almost all the people from that time are dead; they burned everything away first."

The black dog originally wanted to show its ferocity and bare its teeth, but in the end, it only felt sad.

One great battle after another, concerning the survival of the world, exhausted the vitality of their generation, yet the final outcome remained unchanged.

All ages have turned to ruins; that once glorious era has finally been buried.

So many brilliant talents have perished, leaving behind only ruin.

The sacrifices were unimaginable, but few people know about them now.

The corpse's eyes were red, and its rotting hands gripped the decaying banner tightly.

With a snap, the long banner turned to ashes. The magical artifact was long gone, leaving only a rotten stick and a piece of rag.

The feathered banner he just waved was a representation of a part of the underworld's path, not a physical object.

The end of the River of Souls remained silent, but the commotion above the sky grew increasingly eerie.

Under the pitch-black sky, one after another, withered yellow paper money floated up, giving it a sense of a very long time ago.

Everyone was stunned, and then felt a chill run down their spines.

A faint weeping sound could be heard from heaven and earth, with dim flames flickering, paper money flying, and ashes falling. What was going on? And what kind of creature was burning paper money?

Even the rotting corpse and the black dog were dumbfounded.

They clearly recognized this kind of paper money, and had even handled it themselves.

"Isn't this the paper money specially made by several Heavenly Emperors in the past to commemorate that person? How could it suddenly appear?" The black dog was shocked.

"Don't tell me it's that guy from the plateau who woke up! I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! There's really no hope now!" The rotting corpse just gave up.

They have some trump cards up their sleeves, so they are not afraid of any unexpected events. But if the person who has fallen into darkness awakens, killing them will be as easy as playing a game.

Instead of struggling in vain, you should take the time to choose a good burial plot for yourself.

In the three thousand realms of the underworld, many old monsters have been resurrected, all showing expressions of surprise and a sense of impending doom.

Today is definitely a special day for the underworld, and it will most likely be recorded in the annals of the three realms. Is an era about to come to an end?
"Ready to fight!"

"The day to awaken our ancient ancestors has finally come; we could not escape it after all!"

Various sounds came from all corners of the world.

Some were unwilling, some were depressed, some had lost their fighting spirit, and some were filled with fighting spirit.

Life is full of different experiences, and everyone's wishes are different.

"Ignorance is bliss, they have no idea what they're about to face." The rotting corpse had already half-buried itself in the ground.

"No, if it really is that one awakening, why was there no warning at all? There's been no news from either the heavens or the mortal realm. Could it be that they've come specifically to attack our underworld?"

The black dog, however, had a different perspective. Pointing its withered paw at the dark sky, it said, "More importantly, if that person wanted to destroy the Three Realms, it would only be a matter of a thought. There's no need for them to scare us!"

"It's not wise to take chances; maybe they're just bored and playing with us," the corpse sighed.

"..." The black dog was rarely speechless after being rebuked, mainly because the oppressive aura of that person was suffocating just to think about, and he really couldn't muster any will to resist.

Some say the Three Realms exist because they are the last refuge left behind by the Three Heavenly Emperors.

However, Black Dog and the others believed that the fundamental reason for the existence of the Three Realms was that that person had fallen into a long slumber, and that some things she had left behind here had been fortunately left undetected.

The black dog stood upright, supporting itself on its two feet, gazing towards the end of the River of Souls, towards the sky, and finally towards a towering pagoda that stood between heaven and earth.

"You'll only know if you try!"

A small boat drifted by in the River of Souls, with a somewhat ethereal figure standing on it.

"Mother, please grant me strength, let this wandering soul, languishing in the netherworld, burn one last time!" No one knew that this boatman, who had been silently ferrying people across the River of Souls, actually had a tremendous background.

At this moment, she revealed her true appearance, a slender and graceful woman whose face bore a striking resemblance to someone else.

"It's you. You're going to pull out that gun?" Black Dog was extremely excited. He hadn't expected to find an old friend still alive, someone qualified to use that imperial weapon.

Because she was the spirit of the most important part of its predecessor, and in a sense, she was that person's daughter, and had enough status to touch that Imperial Spear!
"Very well, then this emperor will go all out! Awaken the Imperial Bell and show her our power!"

At this moment, Shao Hua, who was about to break through the cycle of reincarnation and enter the underworld, suddenly sensed something was wrong.
(End of this chapter)