I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

After the underworld opened, the first batch of wandering souls finally embarked on the legendary road to the Yellow Springs.

The green-robed underworld official walked at the back of the group, his eyes as sinister as a hungry wolf's, staring intently at the ghosts ahead. The chilling murderous aura emanating from him made all the ghosts' scalps tingle, and they didn't even have the courage to turn around.

The road to the underworld is long and rugged, shrouded in thick fog on both sides, so dense that one cannot see their own hand in front of their face, and it seems to have no end. A wandering spirit, driven by curiosity, couldn't resist reaching out to explore the scene within the fog.

The green-robed underworld official immediately let out a sinister laugh, his tone icy: "Whether you want to be reincarnated or not, the choice is yours."

The ghost was instantly terrified and quickly withdrew its hand, daring not to make the slightest move again.

On the road to the underworld, tattered pieces of paper money drift in the wind from time to time. The spirits look at the paper money and feel grief welling up in their hearts. They are really dead and can never return to the world of the living, nor will they ever see their loved ones again.

Several young girls, especially, could no longer hold back and began to sob softly. Their prime years had come to an abrupt end.

The green-robed underworld official was already used to this, and simply watched indifferently without offering any advice.

Every soul that reincarnates carries regrets and reluctance; weeping and wailing are the norm.

"Huh, what's that?"

Suddenly, a ghostly figure pointed ahead, its voice tinged with curiosity.

Everyone looked up and saw a square platform standing in the thick fog, with neat blue stone steps below. Strangely, while the Yellow Springs Road was shrouded in thick fog, the area around the platform was clean and free of any fog.

That's the Terrace of Longing for Home.

The green-robed underworld official spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority.

The Terrace of Longing for Home?

The four words struck the hearts of the ghosts like a heavy hammer. The girl who had been crying fell silent instantly, and everyone stared blankly at the high platform, their eyes glazed over.

Looking towards home, looking towards home, is the place where we look back at our hometown and our loved ones for the last time.

He spent his life struggling to make a living and busy pursuing fame and fortune, long forgetting his hometown and relatives, only occasionally thinking of them during festivals.

But now, with their bodies dead and souls separated, seeing this Viewing Platform again, a thousand regrets and ten thousand longings instantly surged into their hearts. Regardless of gender, everyone's eyes reddened and they choked with sobs.

"Will I be able to see my hometown? I miss my mom. She still has stomach problems, and I don't know if she's taking her medicine on time..."

"I haven't been home for three years. Does my dad's back still hurt?"

The whispers were filled with regret and longing.

The green-robed underworld official looked at the tearful crowd, his heart as hard as stone, his tone still icy: "Stop crying. If you want to see, then come up on stage and take a look. This is your last chance to look back at your hometown before you are reincarnated."

There are countless pitiful people in the world, and given his status, he shouldn't have shown too much pity.

The underworld has its own rules; the appointed time has arrived and there is no room for delay. If he misses the deadline, he will not be able to explain himself to the judge.

Without the spirit messenger saying a word, the spirits quickened their pace.

Before long, the group arrived at the foot of the Looking-Home Terrace.

"Go up."

The underworld official waved his hand lightly.

The ghosts hurriedly expressed their gratitude and hastily climbed the steps.

The steps were steep and slippery, and several people fell down halfway, then struggled to get up in a flurry.

Finally, they all climbed up to the Viewing Platform.

Looking back, all that can be seen is our homeland.

Some died at the hands of ghosts, and the city became a ghost town, with only desolation and barrenness as far as the eye could see.

Someone died in the city, and when they looked back at their old home in the countryside, their white-haired grandparents sat forlornly on the doorstep, gazing at the sky, while their mother held their portrait, tears streaming down her face.

Some people have just died, and within a few days of entering the soul-summoning banner, they become the first to be reincarnated. When they look back at their own funeral hall, all their relatives and friends have dispersed, leaving only their parents staring blankly at each other, having lost all hope of life.

Some even died unjustly, harmed by evil people. Seeing that the villain was still bullying their parents, they immediately became furious, their veins bulging.

"Damn it! He dared to touch my mom, I'll tear him to pieces when I get back!"

"I'm my mother's only daughter, how heartbroken she must be! I want to go back!"

"I promised my wife and children that I would return home alive!"

……

The spirits who climbed the Looking-Homeward Terrace instantly lost control; some were heartbroken, others were furious, their eyes filled with reluctance and obsession.

This is the Viewing Platform, which offers a panoramic view of the mortal realm and is most likely to incite a riot among the spirits of the dead.

The word "love" is the most difficult to understand; even as a ghost, one cannot sever the ties of earthly life.

Everything in the mortal world is the lingering attachment etched into the very bones of all the departed souls.

The underworld official had anticipated this, and as the spirits cried out to return, he raised his hand and swung his iron ruler, knocking them all to the ground.

"presumptuous!"

"Having already embarked on the road to the underworld, do you still wish to turn back?"

"Outrageous! Do you think the underworld is your backyard?"

The iron ruler did not harm the souls, but it caused the spirits to grimace in pain and instantly calm down.

"Let's go!"

The soul-devourer's tone was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

The spirits were filled with resentment, but they could only obediently move forward.

After calming down, everyone realized that they had just acted wildly in front of the underworld officials, and they immediately panicked.

"Excuse me, sir, will our rudeness just now affect our reincarnation?"

Their greatest fear is that this action will affect their next life. Living is already in vain; if they are to be reborn as beasts of burden in the next life, then they will have truly suffered a great loss.

Anyone can figure this out.

"Won't."

The phrase "陰遠使" is concise and to the point.

Seeing that everyone was still uneasy, he added a few more words: "Most people who climb the Viewing Platform to Homeward cannot contain their emotions; I have seen this scene many times."

"Who is without regrets in this life? But death is death, and the living and the dead are separated. You should embrace a new life, not dwell on the past."

"The affairs of the mortal world are preordained and have nothing to do with you. The wicked who have harmed you will sooner or later go to hell to be punished; your relatives will also enter the underworld for reincarnation in the future."

"Forget the past, just keep moving forward."

The spirits nodded in agreement, finally accepting the reality of being separated by life and death.

But the underworld officials made them forget, so how could they easily let go of it in a short time?

Many trivial matters from their lives are forgotten, but vivid memories come to mind after death. Every time they recall them, it is heart-wrenching, an endless torment for them.

But whether you forget or not is ultimately irrelevant.

After drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup, all past events will be wiped away.

After traveling for several more days, they finally arrived at the banks of the River of Oblivion.

Along the roadside, the red spider lilies bloom wildly, their beauty dazzling all around.

After several days of trekking, the spirits had calmed down, and even the woman who used to cry had stopped, seemingly accepting her fate.

At this moment, everyone is captivated by the exquisite beauty of the red spider lilies; the boundless sea of ​​flowers sways gracefully, enchanting the soul.

"I never imagined that the underworld would have such a stunningly beautiful flower."

A woman, unable to resist the urge, subconsciously reached out to touch it.

"This is the Red Spider Lily, unique to the Underworld. Though beautiful, it is extremely dangerous. Ordinary spirits who touch it will bear the consequences themselves," the underworld official said calmly.

The woman froze and immediately withdrew her hand.

Each of the underworld messengers has its own temperament; some are serious and rigid, while others are talkative and noisy. This particular messenger, however, never likes to give advance warnings and only speaks out to warn others after they have already taken action.

"This is the legendary red spider lily..."

Everyone swallowed hard, secretly sighing that the underworld was indeed fraught with danger, and not a single blade of grass or tree should be trifled with.

After passing through the sea of ​​flowers, you will arrive at the Bridge of Helplessness.

The imposing Bridge of Helplessness, as majestic as a bridge to heaven, instantly captured everyone's attention.

"Is this the Bridge of Helplessness?"

"I saw Meng Po (the Goddess of Forgetfulness) right at the bridgehead!"

"What is that stone by the bridge?"

The spirits discussed amongst themselves, filled with curiosity as they were being reincarnated for the first time.

"Cross the bridge."

The underworld official urged them on in a cold voice.

As the group approached, the terrifying sight of the River of Oblivion suddenly came into view.

Countless pale arms emerged from the river, and evil spirits appeared one after another. Upon seeing the new soul, their eyes were filled with twisted ecstasy.

"Get down!"

"Come keep me company!"

"Everything you want is here!"

The venomous roars were incessant, and evil spirits swam over, reaching out to drag the souls into the river.

The ghosts were so frightened that they nearly fainted, and several women collapsed to the ground.

"Where...where is this?"

"The River of Oblivion".

The underworld official spoke calmly, then pointed to the Three Lives Stone beside him, "That's the Three Lives Stone. Those who want to see their past and present lives can go and take a look; those who don't want to can just cross the bridge."

Upon hearing this, everyone's curiosity was piqued, and they suppressed their fear and gathered in front of the Three Lives Stone.

"I've been farming all my life, growing rice in this life and wheat in my past life. Does that mean my family has been farmers for generations?"

"I was a wealthy businessman in my past life? I can't believe it!"

"Good heavens! Was I a dog in my past life?"

Everyone's circumstances are vastly different. In reality, the Three Lives Stone has just been formed and the cycle of reincarnation has just begun. They have no past lives; what they see is merely an illusion created by their experiences in this life.

As time goes by, the Three Lives Stone will truly reflect past and present lives; for now, it's just a spectacle.

"Cross the bridge."

The underworld official seized the opportunity and urged him again in a cold voice.

Along the way, the spirits had already learned their lesson and knew that disobeying the underworld officials would lead to no good end, so they obediently stepped onto the bridge.

As soon as they stepped onto the bridge, Meng Po slowly approached, carrying a bowl of colorless and tasteless soup.

The woman had intended to greet Meng Po and establish a good relationship, but upon catching a glimpse of Meng Po's face, she immediately cried out in surprise.

"what!"

She quickly covered her mouth, feeling deeply apologetic: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

But her heart was in turmoil. This Meng Po was too ugly, simply terrifying. She must have been shockingly ugly when she was young.

"It's alright, we can just drink the soup and cross the bridge."

Meng Po chuckled, and with that chuckle, her face became even more ferocious.

The woman dared not look any longer, picked up the soup to drink, and then mustered her courage to ask, "Grandma, what is this Meng Po soup made of?"

The newly appointed Meng Po showed more patience with the first soul she received, slowly explaining, "Meng Po's soup is brewed from the tears of your entire life; it contains all the flavors of life: bitterness, joy, sorrow, anger, and grievances. Drink it, and you will forget all your joys and sorrows, and embark on a new life like a blank sheet of paper."

The woman nodded her thanks, then tilted her head back and drank the Meng Po soup in one gulp.

She never did anything evil in her life, and walked on the top level of the Bridge of Helplessness.