The old man stared at Yiye Zhiqiu, and the two fell into silence.
Finally, Ichiyo Zhiqiu spoke: "Senior...who are you waiting for here?"
The old man shook his head and said nothing. He gently touched his wrist through his clothes, and then walked towards the cabin.
Yiye Zhiqiu was afraid of being tricked by Qin Bai. If he missed this opportunity, he didn't know how long he would have to wait, so he might as well ask first before talking.
"Wait, what if I want to return to the earth?"
But I heard the old man sigh quietly and sing in a hoarse voice: "Nothing can be done, the soul is back..."
Yiye Zhiqiu had some more information in his mind, which was the location of the rift in the underworld.
He subconsciously wanted to repeat it, but found that the information only existed in his soul and would only appear briefly when he recalled it.
For some reason, he felt that there should be many stories about the ferryman, but it was probably love that made him so sad.
In the end, is the ferryman really on the Naihe River to guide souls and living people who accidentally enter the underworld?
Or maybe, according to the other party, he is waiting for someone?
He couldn't help but ask: "Master, was he a monk in his previous life?"
The old man still didn't reply, but looked at Yiye Zhiqiu carefully, making the latter's scalp tingle.
"Go back, go back, don't miss anything."
At this moment, a figure ran over from the other side, carrying an extremely heavy log on his shoulders.
Qin Bai was followed by more than a dozen demons of different cultivation levels, but they disappeared not long after they approached the beach.
Arriving at Naihe, Qin Bai quickly used a flashlight to project the text onto the other side, trying to determine the approximate location.
Yiye Zhiqiu pondered for a moment. Just because he couldn't speak, it didn't mean he had no other means. He quickly took out the charm.
After Qin Bai saw the light shining on, he felt confident in his heart, and then directly threw the log in his hand into the Nai River.
The log did not sink to the bottom like other objects, but partially floated.
When Qin Bai first came into contact with the ferryman, he noticed that the material of the other party's ship seemed to be somewhat similar to a giant tree encountered nearby.
So he ran back and picked out a tree with the thickest branches.
It was still a bit reluctant to cross the Naihe River. He was afraid of falling into the river. He didn't want to be reincarnated.
As for why he took the risk, the main reason was that he suddenly realized that the crack might only exist on the periphery of the underworld.
In the thousands of years of history of the gray-robed people in Biancheng, they have never heard of a demon leaving the underworld through the gap, but it has happened more than once in the earthly world in just a few years.
Qin Bai asked Yiye Zhiqiu to determine the approximate location of the crack, so Naihe really had to go through it.
Without any hesitation, he did not dare to bet on whether the Nai River could be crossed at any time. If a ferryman had to appear, the chance would be fleeting.
He placed his right hand on the log and poured merit into it without hesitation.
Unexpectedly, the consecration cost nearly a million in merit, and the shape of the log was reduced by more than half, but the whole thing floated on the water.
He stepped on the merit instrument turned into a log with both feet, and then used the remaining merit instruments to paddle.
Yiye Zhiqiu was stunned. In this stunned moment, the ferryman had already punted the boat and sailed towards the mist-filled river.
However, he did not stop him. As long as Qin Bai could reach the other side, the two of them could search for the cracks in the underworld together.
Yiye Zhiqiu frowned, and suddenly Qin Bai's figure became looming on the lake, and so did his aura.
Just when Qin Bai was about to disappear completely, the ferryman reached out and pointed at him, and a faint white light blended into his eyebrows.
Qin Bai had more information about the rift in his mind, but he couldn't be happy yet.
He found that the merit weapon at his feet was constantly being eroded by Naihe's aura, and it would not take long before it would turn into a mortal object again.
Qin Bai had no choice but to consume merit to maintain it, and unknowingly fell into a vicious cycle, with merit declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In such an emergency situation, he couldn't bear to feel distressed, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous if he fell into the river.
Then the volume of the log became smaller and smaller under the influence of light.
The mist on the river gradually enveloped Qin Bai's figure, and his eyes were obscured.
So much so that he didn't notice that things nearby were passing by like smoke and dust.
Everything seemed to have been pushed back. In the blink of an eye, only saplings were left of the towering giant trees, which finally burrowed into the soil.
The ruined Bian City also returned to its original state, and then the number of houses began to decrease.
Under the stack of mountains, you can see dense groups of gray-robed men busy digging deep pits.
By the time Qin Bai reached the other side, the logs had shrunk into wooden strips about one foot long.
Fortunately, the buoyancy was still there, and he had control over his body so that he would not fall into the water.
But Qin Bai always felt something strange in his heart. He couldn't help but hold his breath and let out his spiritual thoughts to explore around.
As a result, no ferryman was found, and the fog gradually dissipated.
Even Yiye Zhiqiu disappeared, and the environment was completely different.
Originally, there should have been endless mountains and forests beyond the beach, but now it has become a plain.
Qin Bai frowned and jumped to the beach, then picked up the wooden merit instrument from the river, played with it for a while and then took it back into his arms.
He guessed that it might have been washed downstream by the river. Who can tell clearly about Naihe, but at least the purpose has been achieved.
Now that we know the location of the rift, it shouldn't be a problem as long as we're careful.
Qin Bai left a wooden sign to prevent Yiye Zhiqiu from finding him, and then rushed towards the gap in the information.
He planned to return to the underworld from Maoshan. The formation could ensure that the crack would not continue to expand, so the risk would be the lowest.
The most important thing is that the distance is not far, as long as you head northwest, you can reach it by walking for more than half a month.
Not long after leaving the beach, Qin Bai encountered a demon.
However, most demons only have hundreds or thousands of years of cultivation, so they are far safer than the other side.
He began his boring journey.
The crack was far harder to find than imagined, and it took Qin Bai almost two months to get there.
And he discovered something strange. The clouds above his head did not disperse during this period, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva actually fell silent.
Maybe it's because it's close to the outskirts of the underworld.
When he saw the valley in the message, Qin Bai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, which at least meant that what the ferryman said was true.
The Yin Qi inside was so strong that it was almost like substance, indicating that it was filled with a large number of demons.
As soon as they got closer, the roars of wild beasts started to sound one after another.
Countless pairs of blood-red eyes looked at Qin Bai in the shadow of the stone wall, they were already ready to eat his flesh and blood.
Why is Qin Bai so sure that the crack is in the valley? Because whether it is in the Yang world or the underworld, the crack will invisibly affect the surrounding environment.
In the world of the sun, ghost soil will grow out of the cracks, accompanied by the aura of demons.
But it's completely the opposite when it comes to the underworld, because the demon's aura is absorbed by the cracks, which makes the environment normal.
Although the valley in front of us is extremely dense in yin energy, the vegetation and soil are similar to those in the yang world, which is obviously caused by the cracks.
Qin Bai knew that he would definitely be attacked by demons when he walked into the valley, so he could only attack quickly.
The horned dragon clone is still sleeping. It has reached the most critical time of transformation and may take a step further at any time.
As for the real body, it cannot be summoned, so Qin Bai does not have many trump cards.
Qin Bai stepped into the murderous valley with a calm face. The yin energy in his body was ready to go out, so that he could deal with the demon's attack at any time.
Under the cover of leaves, the demon's eyes were full of greed.
The originally noisy neighing sound disappeared, giving people the illusion that a storm was coming.
Several flexible afterimages flashed past Qin Bai, and tentatively threw the gravel over.
Qin Bai allowed the gravel to hit his body, but his skin was not even broken.
His spiritual thoughts have already covered most of the valley, and he is naturally very clear about the cultivation level of these demons.
It's only a thousand or two thousand years at most, and it can still be easily dealt with even if it doesn't transform into a giant ape.
He remained silent for the time being just to avoid attracting other demons from the underworld.
As time went by, the demon in the dark could no longer hold back the killing intent in his heart, and the frequency of harassing Qin Bai gradually increased, and he began to throw branches.
Qin Bai had veins popping out on his forehead. He was used to keeping a low profile in the underworld. Did he really think I was a soft persimmon?
He picked up a small stone and threw it hard. There was a bloody hole in the head of the black shadow on the tree branch, and it fell to the ground weakly.
The demon is somewhat similar to an ape, with long arms and legs and is covered in black fur.
The method of killing chickens to scare monkeys did not make them escape one after another. Instead, stimulated by the smell of blood, the demons boiled up.
One after another, the demons jumped down from the treetops to kill Qin Bai, eager to eat his flesh and blood.
The corpse of the same kind was also pulled into the grass, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, even to the point of being pungent.
Qin Bai didn't want to be entangled with the demon in front of the rift for too long. The most important thing now was to return to the earth.
He hit hard with his right arm, and several ape-like monsters flew backwards, falling to the ground and turning into pieces of meat.
However, because the flaw in the attack was well caught by the demon, Qin Bai had a shallow wound on his shoulder.
But that's about it. The zombie clones' defenses are not something they can break through, and even injuries are not as fast as the recovery speed.
Qin Bai didn't intend to remain passive any longer. If a large number of casualties attracted untouchable demons, the gains would outweigh the losses.
He took a deep breath and then opened his mouth.
The demons didn't know why Qin Bai was motionless, but they suddenly launched an even more crazy siege.
But before he could get closer, a burst of sword intent suddenly emanated from Qin Bai, and the leaves of the trees instantly turned into pieces.
Several demons that were close wailed and retreated, but their hands and feet had been cut off by the invisible sword wind.
Qin Bai glanced coldly, thinking that it was too late to escape now.
Here comes the sword! ! !
The sword group that had been brewing for a long time could no longer hold back any longer. They were training on the sword island day and night, just to be able to show off their sharp edges when they draw their swords.
Countless flying swords of different colors swarmed out from Qin Bai's mouth, driving away the darkness in the woods.
Even he has not counted how many flying swords there are in Jian Island now, and he will refine a few whenever he has nothing to do.
So much so that after they were all released, hundreds of flying swords were overwhelming.
Naturally, it was impossible for Qin Bai's divine will to control so many flying swords at the same time, but after the sacrifice on Sword Island, the flying swords had already been closely integrated with the magical power of cooking.
With just a thought, Feijian went off to look for the demon.
Moreover, they can also coordinate with each other to form a sword formation, which can be said to be excellent both offensively and defensively.
Qin Bai continued to go deep into the valley, killing the nearby demons with his flying sword, and the soil was dyed red with blood.
Of course, the demons are not vegetarians. Under their counterattack, several flying swords were damaged.
However, only a flying sword that has seen blood can be considered a sharp weapon. Naturally, Qin Bai will not overprotect the flying sword and cause it to lose its sharpness.
Soon he reached the center of the valley.
The surrounding vegetation is lush, and under the stone wall is a sparkling pond with several koi carps swimming in it.
The faint light refracted and fell on the water, like a fairyland on earth.
Qin Bai knew that it was because the cracks absorbed all the demonic aura that he could see the beautiful scenery in front of him that was rare in the world.
He searched carefully, and then found a crack in the tree hole beside the pond.
But what made him a little confused was that the crack was only less than half a meter, and it didn't look like a crack in Maoshan.
Qin Bai hesitated for a moment, but decided to find out. Then he took all the flying swords back to the sword island in the aquarium.
He stretched his arms towards the crack, but felt great resistance before he even got close, and all the Yin Qi in his body was being quickly devoured.
Even if Qin Bai can enter the rift, when the Yin Qi is exhausted, he will probably be torn into pieces by the Yin and Yang realms.
Moreover, the crack is only half a meter in size, and he can barely get in with his size. If it were the old Black Mountain demon, he would have to force it open, and the consumption of Yin Qi would only increase exponentially.
No wonder the higher the level of cultivation, the harder it is for demons to come to the earthly world.
But for Qin Bai, this is not a problem. If the zombie clone can't get through it, he might as well change his body.
The real body and the clone were exchanged. Qin Bai was afraid that exposing his aura would attract the pursuit of the old Black Mountain demon, so he quickly moved towards the crack.
Compared to the zombie clone, the real body didn't feel much resistance.
It's just that it's still not easy to cross the two realms of yin and yang. He has a pain of broken flesh and blood all over his body, and his soul is also extremely uncomfortable.
The spleen that suppressed the demonic energy and the kidneys that suppressed the yin energy both oozed blood, and the runes showed signs of collapse.
It only lasted for a moment, and when Qin Bai couldn't help but spit out blood, he disappeared into the crack.
Silence fell in the valley.
I don’t know how much time passed, but a giant ape-like demon that was thirty to forty meters in size stepped forward.
It carried a large amount of flesh and blood on its shoulders, obviously going hunting.
After sensing the bodies of its kind, the demon went into a rage and beat its chest with its arms, destroying half of the valley.
It searched for the enemy's traces and came to the pond. The blood stains left by Qin Bai came into view.
The ape demon bent down and put the blood into his mouth. The taste was very strange and mixed with several kinds of smells.
Stimulated by anger, it couldn't help but roar to the sky.
The yin energy emitted by the demon surged, and the hair began to grow wildly, soon covering all parts of his body.
Then, as if to vent its anger, it kept hitting the blood stain hard, as if it wanted to remember it forever...
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[For readers who don’t understand, it will be clear in the next chapter. 】
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