Several years ago, in that dream, Ming Kunzi stood in front of Wang Baole, with a gentle look in his eyes but a stern expression on his face, and asked Wang Baole about his cultivation.
"Baole, I, a disciple of the Ming Sect, what should I do after attracting the soul?"
"Master, after attracting the soul, according to the Taoist heart's feelings about the reincarnation of heaven, you should draw a corpse for the soul, determine its fate, and draw the line of cause and effect. After completing everything, you can send it to reincarnation smoothly and let heaven review it. If it passes, then
Open a new life, if you don't pass, it means that I, a disciple of the Ming Sect, have not practiced enough."
"good."
Wang Baole opened his eyes and looked at the third layer of world that appeared when he stepped into the light door. He looked at this place, existing independently among the endless white clouds, the only thing that caught his eye besides the white clouds.
That is a cliff.
In front of the cliff, there is a table.
There is a pen on the desk.
That's a corpse paint pen.
Looking at all this, he thought of Ming Meng and everything he had learned. At the same time, he finally understood why the Tomb of the Ming Emperor was so strange.
"That's because...this place is both a cemetery, a trial, and...an inheritance."
"So everything here is for verification, assessment, and selection of disciples who can obtain the inheritance of the Underworld Emperor."
Wang Baole murmured softly, turning his head to look at the River Styx next to him, where countless souls were inside. He took a step forward in silence, arrived at the cliff, and sat in front of the desk.
His eyes closed again, as if he was reminiscing, but also seemed to be immersed in it. After a while, the moment Wang Baole opened his eyes, his eyes were calm. With a wave of his left hand, white clouds suddenly came from all around and merged into the Styx around him.
, sank into the souls inside, and then... waves of sensations appeared in Wang Baole's heart, and he seemed to see faces one after another.
After a moment, Wang Baole raised his right hand and picked up the pen placed on the desk. Following a ray of soul light, it flew out from the River Styx and floated in front of him. Wang Baole looked calm and serious, as if he had returned to the Styx.
Within the sect, on this soul light, began to outline.
Paint corpse face.
The face of a corpse is difficult to draw because no mistakes are allowed. A clerical error will affect the soul's next life. An accident will affect one's Taoist mind.
Let alone be selfish. For example, my senior brother took the wrong path in his future choices just because of that selfishness.
Wang Baole didn't know if he could do it well. After all... he hadn't painted corpses for a long, long time, and even his own path was contrary to the Ming Sect.
"But this is also a cause and effect." Wang Baole shook his head and calmed himself down. Then, stroke by stroke, he sketched the soul in front of him. The body gradually appeared, the face gradually appeared, and the gender was gradually determined.
During this process, his hands did not shake, even though he was a little unfamiliar, but his mentality was among those of gods. This kind of detachment seemed to make Wang Baole's whole body exude the charm of Tao at this moment.
This way is the way of heaven and the way of Mingzong.
A sigh echoed softly outside this world, outside the vast River Styx, but it could not reach anyone's heart, nor could it reach anyone else's mind. Only outside the River Styx, in the heart of Chen Qingzi in the void, it lingered for a long time.
Not scattered.
Chen Qingzi's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything and see everything that happened in the Tomb of the Underworld Emperor.
He saw what happened in the temple before, and Wang Baole's experience made him silent. He also saw that after Wang Baole left, everyone in the temple gradually woke up and entered the next level.
He also saw that in the first floor of the fallen tower, there were countless murderous intentions surrounding Wang Baole, and these murderous intentions were enough to wipe away Wang Baole's soul.
It wasn't until Wang Baole gave up all resistance after bowing, showed his heart, and showed his goodwill that those ghosts slowly disappeared.
Similarly, he saw that most of the Underworld monks who entered the first level after Wang Baole left had evil intentions and died there.
There was also Wang Baole's soul-drawing in the second level, and the corpse face in the third level. All these made Chen Qingzi's sigh echo again.
Wang Baole is indeed the hope for the Ming Sect to rise again.
Because no matter before him or after him, no one can attract the souls of the Seven Kingdoms, he is the one with the most, and no one can remain aloof, unaffected, and silently paint the face of a corpse like him.
But... the way is different.
So all he could do was sigh, until he looked deeper and saw two figures on the lower floors, moving forward with difficulty.
One male and one female.
The woman is the quasi-mingzi who hides her strength outside, and the man is another quasi-mingzi who has no appearance and no sense of existence. These two are together at this moment, and their figures seem to be in Yu Chen Qingzi's eyes.
Slowly blend.
"The yin and yang method of the underworld has been unified into the great road. I don't want to be an alternative, so I work harder, but there is still a lack of... luck." Chen Qingzi stared at it for a moment, withdrew his gaze and looked at... Emperor Hades.
The deepest part of the tomb.
There, there was a coffin. Next to the coffin, a figure was sitting cross-legged and meditating.
This figure is blurry, but it has the aura of vicissitudes, with the meaning of endless years, permeating this last layer. It seems that Chen Qingzi's gaze can be detected. This figure raised its head, opened its eyes, and looked across the cemetery.
Across the River Styx, facing Chen Qingzi.
"Master... I want the remains of the Hades Emperor, but you won't give them to me. Then if my junior brother goes, will you... give them to me?" Chen Qingzi lowered his head and murmured softly.
This figure is the person guarding the tomb, and also...his master, and Wang Baole's master of the Underworld Sect.
His Taoist name is... Ming Kunzi!
Time passed, and Wang Baole didn't care how long it had passed, nor did he consider whether anyone was observing him. He didn't even pay attention to the people who had entered the third level after him.
He also didn't think about why people who entered the third level after him still had souls being pulled around them. After all, he had attracted the souls of all the seven kingdoms of the Soul Realm on the upper level.
These are not important.
Regardless of whether the second level has no beginning or end, and the soul world is continuous, no matter who comes here, everyone shows vigilance after seeing him. With the appearance of the visitor, the surrounding white clouds appear again.
Not a single cliff could attract his attention.
At this moment, Wang Baole could only see corpse faces.
He stroke by stroke until all the souls were outlined according to the insights that emerged in his mind, until the River Styx around him disappeared, and these souls whose corpse faces he painted formed dots of light, surrounding
All around him, his whole person was shining brightly at this moment.
There is even more sacred meaning emerging from him, making those who come around have complicated eyes.
At this time, Wang Baole's mind slowly recovered.
"The next step is to decide the fate." As he murmured, the light door appeared in front of Wang Baole. He stood up and walked away, taking with him all the new souls around him who no longer had death energy but had vitality.
, step in together.
From beginning to end, he didn't even look around him.
He just felt that there were two eyes, one above and one below, both staring at him. He could clearly understand who the one above was, but the one below...he didn't know.
But he could feel that as he walked layer by layer, the call and the pull became clearer and clearer. Faintly, after walking into the light and entering the next layer, there was something more in his heart.