Tokyo: My Hundred Demon Scroll

He's still very strong, but he probably won't be able to unleash even a third of his full potential.

It's fine in a one-sided battle, but if you encounter an opponent of similar skill level, they might find a weakness in an instant and kill you instantly.

This shows how important a good background is in the world of warlocks.

Here, one's origins are not about power or status, but rather the heritage and traditions of a family.

The selection of the Iijima family among the top ten disciples was not only due to his grandfather's divine arts, but also to his accumulated knowledge and skills over the years.

The ancient books and documents in the old man's study contained countless spells and forbidden techniques.

Even with Gu Yun's talent, those spells would be enough for him to study for ten or twenty years.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Ok?"

Gu Yun sensed the fluctuations in space. He looked out the car window toward the track and saw a pitch-black vortex that seemed to be formed from condensed mist appear out of thin air.

"It's time to leave."

After Miss Yiye finished speaking, the train shook and began to slowly move forward.

"Om~~"

Passing through the vortex, the train first travels through a gray space that resembles a tunnel.

Just a dozen seconds later, Gu Yun felt a sudden light in his eyes.

Outside the originally dimly lit carriage, bright sunlight streamed in, and golden rays of the setting sun pierced through the carriage, making Gu Yun somewhat incredulous that he had actually arrived in the Yellow Springs.

"Is this the Yellow Springs?"

Gu Yun stood up, his gaze passing through the car window, where he saw a wooden track floating hundreds of meters in the air.

Below the track lies an endless sea, upon which stand towering mountains.

As the train wound its way through the mountains, Gu Yun opened the window and felt a gentle breeze on her face. She could even smell the fragrance of flowers wafting from the mountain peaks on both sides.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Ok!"

Gu Yun gazed at the azure sea, and when she looked up, she saw a boardwalk and wooden houses built along the mountainside.

The mountains rise one after another, row upon row, shrouded in mist and clouds, like a dream.

'It's unbelievable that this world is the underworld!'

The entire Underworld didn't feel like a place for the souls of the dead to rest to Gu Yun at all.

If he hadn't known beforehand, he would have thought this was a fairyland on the sea, a secluded paradise untouched by the world.

"Next stop: Yellow Springs."

"Attention passengers getting off the train, the next stop is Huangquan (Yellow Springs)."

As the train announcer spoke, the train began to slow down.

The spirits saw a platform built on a high mountain, with wisps of smoke rising from it and the aroma of food enough to convince them that they were not dead.

"Om~~~"

The train slowly came to a stop, and as the doors opened, a crowd of people rushed out.

It's like a relative who has been abroad for many years finally returning home, and their relatives and friends excitedly come to pick them up.

"Jiro, Jiro, have you arrived?"

"Mom? You're my mom?"

A sixty-year-old man looked at a middle-aged woman who was twenty years younger than him, his eyes filled with surprise and nostalgia.

"Ah Zheng, over here, over here, I've come to pick you up!"

"elder sister?"

The young man stepped forward, trembling, his eyes brimming with tears: "Will you wait for me here?"

"Poor child, to die so young."

The woman stroked her younger brother's face and said sadly, "Ah Zheng must be having a very hard time over there, right?"

"I'm sorry, I let you down."

Ah Zheng held his sister's hand tightly, his voice trembling as he said, "We made a promise that we would live on strongly, but... but we still died without finding happiness."

"It's okay, Zheng has already done his best."

The older sister took her younger brother's hand and walked towards the platform exit: "Hurry up, Mom and Dad are already waiting for us at home. Mom made your favorite sushi."

Are Mom and Dad here too?

"Yes, we've been waiting for you to come."

Their family's fate was extremely tragic. Their parents died in a car accident, and their older sister raised her younger brother with great difficulty, but died young due to overwork.

My younger brother lives very hard and works desperately.

But the relentless work and late nights eventually took a toll on his health.

However, he never expected this.

Having become an orphan in the human world, he had to face the cold world alone, but after death he was able to see his sister again and reunite with his parents and family.

He has no relatives left over there, but here, someone is waiting for him to come home.

"Mr. Tamura!"

"Huizi?"

Mr. Tamura got out of the car and was greeted by a woman in her thirties, who was his wife who had passed away many years ago.

"Is that you?"

The two embraced and wept at the train station, having so much to say to each other.

'Is this what it's like after death?'

Watching these scenes unfold, Gu Yun felt a mix of emotions.

"I'm going to get busy now, Iijima-sensei."

"Well, let's go."

Grandpa, with the silent Gu Yun by his side, waved goodbye to Miss Yi Ye, then walked onto the platform and strolled through the streets.

The surrounding area was filled with the cries of vendors and the aroma of food.

"Are these all true?"

When Gu Yun asked this question, his grandfather did not answer directly. Instead, he casually produced an apple and handed it to his grandson.

"Um…"

Gu Yun had no doubt and took a bite: "It's real!!"

"how did you do that?"

Creating matter out of thin air—logically speaking, with Grandpa's spiritual level, he shouldn't have been able to do that.

"It's not true."

Grandpa smiled as he took the apple, then casually crushed it, turning it into nothingness: "This is the Underworld, and everything here is built upon your heart."

"soul?"

"You could interpret it as imagination."

As Grandpa explained, he gestured for Gu Yun to look around: "What is Huang Quan like in your eyes?"

“A fairyland, with lush green mountains and azure sea,” Gu Yun said, glancing at the bustling streets around him. “There are also towns and streets built on the mountains, like temple fairs.”

"Oh, so this is how Huang Quan is in Gu Yun's eyes."

Grandpa smiled slightly: "Yes, I'm about the same. In short, it's wonderful."

According to my grandfather, the underworld is the world of souls, and there is nothing of the material world there.

In other words, every blade of grass and every tree here, even the sky and the ocean, are all illusions.

However, this kind of transformation is also called "the heart yearning for the world".

"When kind people come to the underworld, the world is peaceful and beautiful in their eyes."

"But in the eyes of evil people, the underworld is full of filth, like a purgatory."

Similarly, because it is the afterlife, the spirits here can create all sorts of things according to their imagination.

The soul does not go hungry, but it can shape the food it knew before birth through recollection and memory.

The more you understand food, the more delicious it will be.

Of course, you can't make a TV or a computer.

After all, imagination doesn't come out of thin air. When Grandpa shaped the apple, it would consume the spirit's willpower. If he used it too much, the spirit would become very tired.

Because Gu Yunhe's grandfather possessed spiritual power, his endurance and potential far exceeded those of ordinary souls.

"I see."

He can conjure up anything he wants, whether it's food or various tools.

Each spirit can only transform into a limited number of things each day. However, by pooling their wisdom, each spirit can take responsibility for a specific aspect of daily life, such as food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, and then exchange and trade these items, thus forming an alternative market.

"Can they stay here indefinitely?"

If the soul can reside in the underworld, wouldn't that, in a way, fulfill the dream of immortality?

"It'll get boring."

Grandpa shook his head and said, "The underworld is a place where souls can relax. They suffer in the human world, so they come here to recuperate, fill the void in their hearts, and seek healing."

However, such self-cultivation will eventually tire the spirit.

At that time, the spirit will leave the underworld, board the train to the next life, and begin a new life of their own.

In Gu Yun's words, there is no longer any regret or longing in life.