Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Ye Chen said goodbye to the King of Hell in the twilight of Yinshan Mountain, and then he embarked on the road back home, but he was walking in the opposite direction along the ancient track leading to the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

The matter of Zhou Yihan has been settled, and now their common goal is clearer - to unify the underworld.

And on this journey, other members of Tiandao have been scattered like stars, each shining brightly and pushing the gears of the plan forward.

To achieve this grand ambition, one must overcome the seemingly insurmountable peak - defeat the top combat force in the underworld.

That is the Emperor of Fengdu and the nine Ghost Emperors under his command.

This is a thorny road that does not allow any hesitation or delay.

Ye Chen was fearless. He walked alone with firm steps towards Fengdu City. The palace shrouded in endless darkness and majesty was the residence of Fengdu Emperor.

As for the King of Hell, he was responsible for judging countless souls and therefore could not escape and go along.

Every day, countless wandering souls await his judgment. That is his mission as the King of Hell, and also an inseparable bond.

In this way, although the two went their separate ways, they each worked hard towards the same goal, and the future of the underworld was quietly unfolding in their actions.

After a long flight, which lasted for more than a month, a boundless river stretched across the road ahead of him. Wherever the river was, there was a chilling silence.

It slowly unfolds in the King of Hell’s deep memories, and flowing before his eyes is none other than the world-famous Forgotten River.

It is like a winding snake of the underworld, silently crossing the abyss of the underworld, surrounded by death and desolation.

On both sides of the river, there are jagged rocks, like the fangs and claws of evil spirits in ancient legends, telling unknown stories in a twisted posture.

They roared silently, and every rock contained endless sorrow and anger.

These hideous rocks, like ghosts guarding the River Lethe, are arranged in a strict order, adding a touch of eeriness and horror to the howling wind.

In the dark cracks of the rocks, tiny dots of phosphorescent light flickered, a deep and eerie green.

It was as if those souls that had not been able to rest were wandering and struggling in the endless darkness. Every flicker of light was accompanied by a chill that penetrated the bone marrow.

It makes people feel fearful, yet inexplicably attracted, and intoxicated by this otherworldly beauty.

Such a scene is both a mourning for the passing lives and a silent preview of the world beyond.

On the banks of the Forgotten River, every speck of dust carries a story, and every wisp of wind whispers the past, leading lost souls towards the unknown yet inevitable destination.

A deep exploration of Ye Chen's experiences and memories.

This Wangchuan River originates from the Ruoshui River in the fairyland and is also the Tianhe River in the world of immortals. When it flows into the underworld, it turns into the terrifying Wangchuan River of today.

Compared to the gentleness of the Weak Water, the eeriness of the Forgotten River is even more terrifying, like the most terrifying whisper in the abyss of the underworld.

The river water is deep and dark, like the purest ink under the night sky, but it also flickers an ominous light in the darkness.

That light was like the resentful eyes of countless wronged souls intertwined in the endless darkness, staring coldly at every creature that dared to peek into its abyss.

The water of the River of Oblivion carries with it an indescribable stench, a mixture of thousands of years of rotten bones and the wails of endless souls.

The taste is so strong that it can penetrate the boundary between life and death and hit the deepest part of the soul.

Even if you just stand by the river, that breath is like a tangible substance, penetrating every inch of your breath.

Not only does it corrode the physical senses, it also tears at the soul's defenses like sharp claws, causing people to feel despair.

I almost gave up all resistance in this suffocating stench and vomited out the fear and anxiety deep in my soul.

During the long process of judging souls, the King of Hell has seen many souls that have been reincarnated many times but still remain evil. Those who have committed evil for three consecutive lifetimes will eventually end up in the Forgetful River.

When these sinful souls are thrown into the river, they will be gradually eroded by the powerful corrosive force, and the negative emotions such as resentment and regret in their hearts will also melt away.

After a long period of sedimentation and fermentation, it finally became the Forgotten River of today.

The terror of the Weak Water comes from its incomparable bone-eroding power, and the Forgotten River is like a greedy successor.

Not only did it completely accept this energy that corroded everything, but beneath its depths, it also hid the wails of countless wronged souls, lingering resentment, boiling anger, and deep evil.

This makes it the most cold and vicious river in the world, making people shudder at the mention of it.

It is said that even a great immortal who has transcended the mortal world and has boundless magical powers would be ruthlessly swallowed up by the sinister power contained in the river in an instant if he accidentally stepped into the Wangchuan River.

This force is so powerful that it is enough to despise and resist the opposition of all things in the world. It is the ultimate judgment born for despair and darkness.

However, all these are just fragments of rumors circulating in the world.

What the truth is is shrouded in a thick fog. No one can get a full picture of it, let alone unravel the secrets behind it.

Over the Forgotten River, the wings of the sky have lost their freedom to fly. Even the light and ethereal soul cannot leave a trace over this forbidden water.

It was like the most stringent law between heaven and earth, quietly taking effect at this moment, imprisoning all the gazes that tried to escape or explore in this endless darkness.

On the banks of the vast Wangchuan River, Ye Chen stood silently, his eyes passing through the mist of time and fixed on the ancient and mysterious Naihe Bridge.

This bridge seems to be the only bond between heaven and earth, connecting the past and the new life, carrying the reincarnation dreams of countless souls. It has gone through countless spring and autumn seasons and still stands tall.

Naihe Bridge, a bridge of time that transcends the measurement of the mortal world, every brick and tile of it is engraved with traces of the past.

It emits a faint, distant light, like a period left in an ancient poem, quietly telling the stories of those forgotten years.

Under the bridge, the water of the Forgetful River flows slowly, carrying all the joys and sorrows of the world, silently telling the eternity.

On both sides of the bridge, light sand-like mist lingers, appearing and disappearing from time to time, adding a touch of haziness and mystery to this quiet place.

The mist is like a sigh of the soul and also like the gentlest comfort in the world, making people feel awe and inexplicably at peace.

Ye Chen looked at all this with mixed feelings.

He knew that once he stepped onto the bridge, it would mean saying goodbye to his past self once and for all.

All the laughter and tears, love, hate and entanglement will disappear into thin air with a bowl of Meng Po soup.

But even so, this is the only way to rebirth and the fate that every soul must face.

So he took a deep breath, took firm steps, and walked towards the ancient and sacred Naihe Bridge.

Prepare to embark on your own journey of reincarnation and step into the unknown yet hopeful land of reincarnation.

He knew very well that behind this bridge was the key path leading to Fengdu City.

However, Ye Chen was not in a hurry to leave. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, fixed firmly on the Forgetful River in front of him, which was flowing with a black jade luster.

He frowned slightly, as if trying hard to penetrate the surface and explore the secrets hidden deep in the river.

Under the slowly flowing, sparkling river water, Ye Chen keenly sensed a terrifying force that was so powerful that it was chilling.

This power was like a materialized dark fog, with every strand of it permeated with a heart-pounding breath of death, as if it was going to swallow everything into endless nothingness.

In Ye Chen's understanding, the weak water in the world is full of endless mysteries and secrets.

The water of the Styx before us is the best among the weak waters, and it must be hiding deeper and more terrifying secrets.

Under the continuous blessing and nurturing of countless negative energies, it has transformed into a more terrifying existence.