The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Seeing that this crow liked to boast, Shen Yifei decided to pat its rear end vigorously. If it felt good, perhaps things would be easier to handle.

Thinking of this, Shen Yifei said to the smug crow, "Senior Crow..."

The crow immediately puffed up its neck feathers, its beady eyes gleaming: "Oh, you little... what did you call me?"

"Senior Crow, when it comes to being knowledgeable and experienced in the Underworld, if you are second, no one dares to be first. I have just arrived in the Underworld and am completely clueless, so I will have to ask you for your guidance."

Shen Yifei, his face full of admiration, straightened the woman's dress he was wearing. "Senior, you saw at a glance that the curse power in my body was planted by Shi Yan. For that alone, I, Shen Yifei, am impressed by you."

The crow, head held high, paced back and forth on the withered branch, wings folded behind its back like a little old man: "Hmm... you're a wise one. Unlike those two little hussies, who only know how to argue with me, an old crow."

Liu Mengli endured it again and again, but Su Huan held her back tightly, preventing her from losing her temper on the spot.

"To be honest, senior, I can't control this curse power; it keeps causing trouble. I was on my way to Wangxiangtai to save my mother's soul, but I'm stuck here in this river. Senior, could you please give me some pointers on how to cross this river?" Shen Yifei asked humbly.

The crow felt so comfortable hearing Shen Yifei address it as "senior" that its black feathers bristled.

It paced back and forth on that withered branch a few times, cleared its throat, and adopted the air of a worldly sage: "Kid, you know what's good for you. I've been in this underworld for so many years, and let me tell you, there's nothing about the River of Oblivion that I don't know."

"Senior, how do I cross this river? Please give me your guidance!" Shen Yifei climbed up the pole.

The crow pointed its wing at the river: "This River of Oblivion is formed from the tears of countless souls who have perished over thousands of years. If your soul steps on it and gets wet in the water, a part of your three souls and seven spirits will be swept away. If you want to cross, you have to wait for the ferry boat from the underworld."

"A ghost ship?" Shen Yifei recalled the black ship he had taken on his way here. "I took it on the way here, and the boatman almost stole my lifespan."

"That's the River Styx, this is the River of Oblivion, they're two different things. The ferry on the River of Oblivion only runs once every three hours." The crow hopped around, "But... Old Crow, let me show you the way."

"Please speak, senior."

The crow's beady eyes darted around twice: "The cursed power on you has some connection to something at the bottom of the river. If you stand on the riverbank and release that cursed power, something will naturally come to take you across."

What's at the bottom of the river?

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." The crow flapped its wings. "Anyway, it won't hurt you."

Shen Yifei walked to the riverbank and stared down at the grayish-white water. The water was as still as death, without even a ripple.

He calmed his mind, separated a wisp of the cursed power from his dantian, and guided it along his meridians to his fingertips. The energy swirled twice around his fingertips before he flicked it out, letting it disappear into the water.

The grayish-white river water reacted instantly, with bubbles rising from the center of the surface. Then, a dark, shadowy object slowly floated to the surface.

It was a raft, shiny black, not very big, and it was a bit cramped to squeeze three people in.

The raft pulled to the shore, but no one poled it; it just stayed there in the shallow water, waiting.

The crow cawed twice on the branch, then said, "Go on up. This is the best I can do for you. When you get to the Terrace of Longing for Home, whatever you do, don't touch the Mirror of Three Lives. If you do, you're finished."

"Senior, the golden-armored one also said something similar. What exactly is the evil nature of the Three Lives Mirror?"

"The Mirror of Three Lives reflects all the causes and effects of your past and present lives. If you touch it, all those causes and effects will flood your mind. An ordinary person's soul cannot withstand it; at best, they will go insane, and at worst, their soul will be scattered."

Liu Mengli interjected, "Then how about looking in the mirror without touching it?"

"Looking at the mirror without touching it is fine. But after you've looked at it, a lot of things will be on your mind, and you might not be able to handle it."

Shen Yifei remembered it and climbed onto the raft. Liu Mengli and Su Huan followed.

Shen Yifei could only hold one of them in each arm and hug them tightly in his arms.

The raft had no oars and no boatman. But as soon as the three of them got on, the raft started moving on its own, slowly gliding towards the other side of the river.

As the raft slid to the middle of the river, the water suddenly became viscous, and the river water clung to the bottom of the raft like porridge, slowing down its speed.

Shen Yifei looked down and saw something churning in the river. It was a bunch of dead faces, pressed together against the surface of the water, like dough that had been soaked and bloated.

"Don't look." Liu Mengli pressed down on the back of his head, turning his face back. "The more you look at the things in the water, the more they'll try to get into your brain. They might even drag you into the river."

Shen Yifei looked away and felt Su Huan trembling in his arms. She was curled up in his arms, her face buried in his chest, her hands gripping his clothes tightly.

"Su Huan, what's wrong?"

"I...I heard someone crying." Su Huan's voice was muffled. "Many people are crying, right underwater."

"Don't listen." Shen Yifei hugged her tighter. "Close your eyes and don't think about anything."

Perhaps because of the bamboo raft, although I could see and hear some strange things, nothing unexpected happened.

Shen Yifei held the two of them tightly until the raft crashed into the muddy bank on the opposite side, then he let go. Su Huan lifted her head from his embrace; her complexion had improved somewhat, but she was still a little pale.

Shen Yifei jumped ashore and reached out to pull the two of them up.

Before us stood a high platform.

The platform, constructed of dark blue-green boulders, was wide and had steps on all four sides. Cracks covered the platform, from which grayish-white mist seeped, flowing slowly along the stone walls. The air smelled of burnt paper.

The stage was empty; there were no ghost messengers, no departed souls. Only a mirror stood in the very center.

The mirror was as tall as a person, its copper frame covered in green rust, but the mirror surface was very clean. It stood there quietly, as if waiting for the three of them to come and look at themselves.

Liu Mengli whispered, "Master, do these bastards in the Underworld look down on us?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Look, logically speaking, we should be able to find our mother's soul soon. Now is the time for a decisive battle. Even if the King of the Underworld doesn't come in person, at least a judge or something should come to meet us and have a fight!"

Shen Yifei thought Liu Mengli's words made sense, but the more strange and bizarre it was, the more dangerous it was.

What you can't see is the real danger!

"The quieter it is, the more trouble is brewing." Shen Yifei touched the Reincarnation Token in his pocket.

The token began to feel slightly warm from the moment it stepped onto the platform.

Shen Yifei stepped onto the stone platform, with Liu Mengli and Su Huan following behind.

The Mirror of Three Lives stood before me.

The mirror's surface was as smooth as water, reflecting the three figures. Shen Yifei remembered the warnings from Jin Jia and Lao Ya, and stopped three steps away, not daring to approach any closer.

"As long as we don't touch the mirror, it should be fine," Liu Mengli said softly.

Su Huan was a little nervous. "Young Master Shen, Meng Li, perhaps we shouldn't watch..."

Before the words were even finished, ripples appeared on the mirror's surface.