Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 302: Chapter 301: Yellow Spring Road, Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po Soup

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

The group rushed into the cave entrance, and for a moment, they were plunged into darkness.

But it was indeed just for a moment, and the next second, their eyes widened as they beheld a scene they could hardly believe in their lifetime.

Before them flowed a murky river.

The color of the river was a dense yellow, as if filled with countless amounts of mud.

The river was vast, stretching from one end of the sky to the other, beyond what the eye could see.

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“Hmm?”

Lian Yuze’s expression suddenly changed, and he blinked fiercely, thinking he had seen wrongly.

“What’s wrong?” Liuu Feng asked, puzzled.

“Just now, an arm reached out from the river!” Lian Yuze said.

Now, as he looked again, the arm was gone, and only a thunderous boom could be heard from the river, like the roar of heavenly thunder.

That was the sound of a flood washing over.

Although he could not see it, Lian Yuze believed that he had definitely not seen wrongly; it was indeed an arm.

“This river is called the Yellow Spring,”

Su Han spoke up, explaining, “Yellow Spring Road, Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po Soup. Anyone who dies, as long as their soul still exists, must pass through these places.”

“Are these places real?”

Lian Yuze and the others all widened their eyes, in disbelief.

Yellow Spring Road, Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po Soup…

These were legends they had heard about as children.

In those legends, there were the Underworld, ox-headed and horse-faced demons, and the Yellow Spring Road, Bridge of Helplessness, and Meng Po Soup mentioned by Su Han.

But as time passed and as they grew up, these legends had been left behind in their minds.

No one could be sure whether these tales were true because they, themselves, were still very much alive.

And those who had died could never come back.

“Yin-Severing Road!”

At this moment, Long Lie spoke again.

Under his words, a breathtaking, arc-shaped bridge slowly coalesced above the Yellow Spring Road.

This bridge seemed dilapidated, as if it had been there for many years, with its surface pitted and uneven, almost as if it would collapse if someone merely stepped on it.

“It really is the Bridge of Helplessness…”

The worldview of Lian Yuze and the others thundered and was overturned and washed away time after time.

“Indeed, not all tales are without foundation; the legends do have their bases,” Liuu Feng exclaimed in shock.

After the appearance of the bridge, a figure slowly materialized at the end of it.

It was an old woman, her hair grey and dull, her clothes ragged, resembling a beggar.

On her face was a huge red mark, covering almost her entire face, making her already grotesque appearance even more horrifying.

In front of this old woman was a round barrel filled with murky, dirty substances, and even standing in the void, Lian Yuze and the others could smell a vile stench.

“Is this… Meng Po?” Shangguan Mingxin’s pretty face turned somewhat pale.

The old woman, whether in appearance, the barrel in front of her, or her attire, merely her outward appearance alone instilled a sense of fear.

“Yes, this is Meng Po.” Su Han nodded.

As his words fell, the old woman in their sight suddenly looked up toward them.

Her eyes were a blood red!

When they met her gaze, a terrifying sense of horror rose from within. Even with Cultivation Base as strong as Lian Yuze and the others, they couldn’t help but step back, and Shangguan Mingxin even closed her eyes, daring not to look again.

“Hee hee…”

Meng Po looked at the group and suddenly started laughing, her laugh eerily strange.

“Shut up!”

Long Lie suddenly burst out yelling, and at the same time, his immense aura, like that of giant mountains, erupted from him and covered Meng Po.

“You once brought calamity to the Mortal World, devouring millions of people and remain Immortal. The King of Darkness punished you to endure torment here for three hundred million years. Have you still not repented?”

Apparently feeling the astonishing pressure emanating from Long Lie, Meng Po suddenly screamed, her hideous face turning to fear, and with a red mark, it distorted.

“Hmph!”

Long Lie snorted coldly, and the powerful pressure suddenly dispersed.

After it dispersed, he pointed a finger at the Bridge of Helplessness.

With that pointing, something Lian Yuze and the others could hardly believe finally occurred.

One could now see countless figures appearing on the other side of the Bridge of Helplessness, so many that they were uncountable.

These figures, all Illusion Bodies, formed long lines like dragons and ambled aimlessly as if they were puppets.

On their hands and feet, identical Illusion chains sealed them, the chains linking the people ahead and behind.

On either side of these people, were many others.

However, these were not Illusions but real beings!

They had no chains on their feet or hands; instead, they each held a dark red whip.

This whip would occasionally lash at the imprisoned ones, emitting a smack sound, causing them to continuously scream as if their very souls were being whipped.

At the same time, on the other sides of the Bridge of Helplessness, numerous figures also appeared.

Countless Illusion figures screamed in terror, being forcibly thrown into the Yellow Spring by those wielding the whips.

“Ssssss…”

Every time an Illusion figure was thrown into the Yellow Spring, a hissing mist immediately emerged from it.

And these Illusion figures struggled, but the more they struggled, the deeper they sunk, until at last, they were completely obliterated within the Yellow Spring.

“I really wasn’t mistaken…”

Lian Yuze deeply inhaled a breath of cold air: “That was indeed an arm earlier, an arm of someone thrown down!”

“These Illusion figures… are they all souls?” Liuu Feng’s face turned pale.

The number of these Illusion figures was enormous, swarming like locusts. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of billions!

With such a number, even if placed in the Dragon Martial Continent, it would at least occupy the area of an empire. But here, they were forcibly squeezed together, showing how uncomfortable they were.

With so many people crowded together, their walking speed naturally couldn’t be fast. And if anyone walked too slowly, they would be whipped by that bloody red whip, emitting screams.

“After people die, do they all have to go through such torment?” Shangguan Mingxin couldn’t believe it.

“Those thrown into the Yellow Spring are ones who committed great evils in life, having done countless bad deeds. Those who died by their hands number at least in the hundreds of thousands.”

Su Han explained, “Once thrown into the Yellow Spring, they will forever lose the chance for reincarnation. Their souls will be completely obliterated within the Yellow Spring, never able to exist again.”