Because of the battle between the White Bone Divine Sovereign and Zhuang Ting, the entire Maple Forest City Domain sank into the gap between the netherworld and the mortal world.

It became an indelible ugly scar on Zhuang’s territory, lying between Wangjiang City and Sanshan City.

Outside the city domain stands a Tablet of Life, made of valuable stone and inscribed with array patterns, already a magic artifact in itself.

The inscription is said to have been written by Emperor Zhuang himself, proclaiming his guilt and declaring the White Bone Path as a national enemy. The tablet was erected to deliver the souls of the dead and comfort the living.

However, only those who can truly see the netherworld understand that this Tablet of Life is meaningless except to fool the people.

Because it scratches the surface outside the Maple Forest City Domain, unable to deliver anyone.

The current Maple Forest City Domain belongs neither to the netherworld nor to the mortal world.

This also means that the souls wandering here can never be freed, never be reincarnated.

They will suffer for all eternity.

Unless Zhuang Gaoxian personally enters the gap between the two worlds, there is a slight chance that his poor people can be delivered. However, the Maple Forest City Domain, already corroded by the aura of the netherworld, is almost half the home ground of the White Bone Divine Sovereign. How could the ruler of a country take such a risk?

The Maple Forest City Domain is silent to the point of driving people mad.

Linghe remembers that there used to be sounds here.

Cries, shouts, howls, moans of pain, curses, sobs…

Those sounds were all sad and unpleasant to hear, but at least there were sounds.

Later, as the aura of the netherworld gradually spread, those sounds disappeared little by little.

They have been gone for a long time.

He watched the little girl with the pigtails in his arms die before his very eyes.

Her breath and warmth left her small body, bit by bit.

No matter how hard he tried, rummaging through the ruins for food and medicine, he could not stop her from leaving.

At that moment, Linghe suddenly realized that rescuing her from under the rafters might have only caused her more pain.

“Big brother, big brother! Why didn’t you save me?”

“We worked hard, paid taxes to the country, and supported your cultivation. You are extraordinary cultivators! Why didn’t you protect us?”

“I’m in so much pain, I’m in so much pain…”

Linghe shook his head, trying hard to shake these images and sounds out of his mind.

They were just painful hallucinations.

But it was these painful hallucinations that reminded him that he was still alive.

The increasing number of moments of absentmindedness made Linghe realize that his time of clarity was running out. In such a place, no one can avoid the erosion of the aura of the netherworld.

But every time he regained consciousness, he did his own thing.

He was doing a very simple thing – burying all the corpses he could find, digging graves and filling them with earth for each of them, and chanting scriptures to deliver them.

People believe that only by being buried can one find peace. The earth is a merciful mother, embracing all her lost children.

The first person he buried was the little girl with the pigtails.

He didn’t even know her name.

A small mound outside the Mingde Hall was her new home.

Linghe chanted the “Supreme Salvation Sutra” to deliver her.

The “Supreme Salvation Sutra” itself does not have any specific spells or divine powers, but it is indeed a classic scripture chanted by all Taoists for delivering the dead.

There is a story about the origin of this scripture:

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a hunter who went deep into the mountains to shoot a tiger and met a Taoist under a pine tree.

The Taoist said that he was burdened with sin and was nearing the end of his life, and asked him what his plans were.

The hunter begged for an extension of his life, and the Taoist asked him to swear to throw away his bow and arrows and never kill again. That way, after his death, the Taoist would deliver him.

The hunter agreed and left.

That winter, the hunter suddenly fell ill and died, but one finger on his left hand still had residual warmth.

Therefore, his family did not bury him immediately.

Three days later, the hunter indeed revived.

According to him, when he first died, two yellow-robed messengers led the way with official documents and took him to the underworld.

An official holding a black book said to him, “You are deeply sinful and should go to hell!”

He was very frightened and suddenly thought of the Taoist, so he prayed in his heart.

At this time, auspicious clouds surged in the northwest sky, and the Taoist descended from the sky in a cloud chariot, suspended in front of the hall.

The officials in the underworld saluted him. The Taoist said, “I have a disciple here, and I am here to deliver him.” After saying that, he took a scroll of scripture and gave it to the hunter, ordering him to chant it.

After the hunter finished chanting the scripture, the Taoist disappeared.

At this time, a yellow-robed messenger led the hunter to his doorstep, and hearing a chorus of cries at home, the hunter revived.

All of this was like a dream.

But the hunter sat there recalling the scripture, and he wrote it down word for word without missing a single one.

After that, he fasted and chanted scriptures every day, and left home to cultivate a few years later, never to be seen again.

But this scripture was also copied and spread, becoming a classic of Taoism.

Its name is the “Supreme Salvation Sutra”.

Today, there are many schools and factions in the world. When practitioners choose a school, they mostly consider the power of its techniques, the depth of its foundation, and the size of its sect.

But many people have forgotten the original spirit and ideals of these schools.

For example, Confucianism, teaching all without discrimination, to enlighten the people.

For example, Legalism, establishing rules to govern heaven and earth.

For example, Taoists, Taoism is not only the oldest cultivation sect. Its earliest birth was the beginning of countless human struggles to summarize the path of cultivation.

Things like praying for blessings and eliminating disasters, and delivering the dead, are originally one of the duties of Taoists.

However, in the mortal world, how many cultivators are high above, looking down on all living beings?

In a world where power belongs to the self, the strong are always strong, and the weak are always sad.

The earth crack devastated the entire Maple Forest City Domain, but after everything subsided, the land seemed to silently accept the ruins.

Linghe searched for the bodies of the people one by one from the ruins and buried them one by one.

First, all the children in the Mingde Hall, and their teacher.

Then Xuanwu Street, Qingmu Avenue, Feima Lane…

Walking forward little by little, leaving behind one tomb after another.

No one pities this land, no one saves the people here, no one delivers them.

Then Linghe will do this.

This is a destined to be a vast project, which may not be completed in his entire life.

Not to mention that his “life” is destined to be short.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe in the next moment, he will be completely eroded by the aura of the netherworld. Like the others in this city domain, he will die silently and unknown.

But before he dies, he will still do this.

Jiang Wang, far away in Qi, does not know that in the Maple Forest City, which has become a dead zone, there is still someone struggling forward.

Just like Du Yehhu, who is becoming more and more silent and bloodthirsty in Jiujiang County, does not know what kind of efforts Xiao Wu, whom he has always disliked for being lazy, is now making.

At least at this time, everyone is moving forward alone.

They all can’t see the road ahead, can’t see hope.

And they all, never stopped.

They do not know that in a distant place, someone is echoing them from afar.

They all thought that the echo was only in their hearts.

This is an extremely difficult road.

It is so for everyone.

Jiang Wang has never relaxed for a moment. The Divine Power Inner Mansion is a very considerable potential, but before the potential is realized, it is only potential.

At this time, he had already boarded a carriage and was on his way to Chiyang County.

In the carriage, illusion flowers bloomed and withered, and thorn crowns formed and then dissipated.

He was seizing the time to repeatedly practice the three newly acquired Taoist techniques.

The benefits of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Array Diagram foundation are now fully apparent, and he hardly has to worry about the consumption of Dao Yuan.

Of course, going to Chiyang County this time is also to improve his strength.

For him, as long as it is a Taoist technique that is spread in the world, no matter how strong it is, there is a way to deal with it.

At least so far, the Grand Three Sword Styles, which summarize experience and integrate swordsmanship, are his strongest means exclusive to him at present.

And before that, he needs a truly good sword.