Luo Qingchuan followed behind Shi Feng, walking amidst the turbulent waves of the Netherworld River, where the surrounding waves roared, and Luo Qingchuan’s mind was continuously echoing waves of piercing screams.
As Luo Qingchuan moved further forward, the screams grew even louder.
First, it was his father and mother, then the screams of the children of the Undying Mountain family began to appear.
"Clan Leader, save ! Save ! Blood Pattern Tribe demons, I, Luo Yun, will perish alongside you!"
"Ah.. Clan.. Clan Leader!"
Wave after wave of piercing screams, despite Luo Qingchuan’s unwavering determination, nearly made him turn back several tis. His body and mind continuously struggled and trembled.
However, he constantly rembered Shi Feng’s advice to endure no matter what.
This section of the road was extrely arduous for Luo Qingchuan, with pain and struggle etched on his face.
Only those who truly experienced this Netherworld Road could truly understand the state of Luo Qingchuan’s mind at this mont.
"Get lost! All of you, get lost! I don’t want to hear it! I will not be swayed by your deceit!" Luo Qingchuan, keeping his master’s words in mind, suddenly let out a furious roar.
"Qingchuan, you are not worthy of being a son! All my blood, sweat, and tears raising a beast like you have all been for nothing! If I had known you were such a beast, I would have killed you with a single strike."
"Luo Qingchuan, you are unworthy as the Luo Family Patriarch. Our entire Luo Family will be destroyed at the hands of the Blood Pattern Tribe demons, and you do nothing to help! Ah!"
"Luo Qingchuan.."
"Luo Qingchuan.."
"Luo Qingchuan.."
The voices echoed around Luo Qingchuan, like a demonic chant, constantly ringing in his ears.
Luo Qingchuan clenched his fists tightly, grinding his teeth, forcing himself to never turn back.
At that mont, Shi Feng, walking ahead of him, suddenly paused, his feet halting.
Then, Shi Feng’s voice reached Luo Qingchuan’s ears, "Qingchuan, ahead is the most perilous Naihe Bridge on this Netherworld Road. As long as you cross this Naihe Bridge, the path ahead will be clear!
But rember, on the Naihe Bridge, you will not only hear those voices but also see real visions. Ignore them, continue to guard your mind, and just move forward; otherwise, you will fall into an irreversible abyss, and even I cannot save you!"
"Disciple... your disciple understands!" Luo Qingchuan replied, though his voice sounded strained.
"Rember, do not be tempted, no matter what happens, no matter what you see!" Shi Feng continued to advise, then his halted feet moved forward again, stepping onto the Naihe Bridge.
Having traversed the Netherworld Road before, Shi Feng’s expression remained calm, seemingly unaffected by the haunting voices he had heard earlier, continuing to walk towards the surging yellow waves ahead.
Even Shi Feng himself could not recall how many tis he had walked this Netherworld Road. Unlike Luo Qingchuan, naturally, he would not be affected by those auditory illusions.
Watching the figure walking slowly ahead, Luo Qingchuan’s feet also began to move. An ancient single-plank bridge appeared just in front of him.
Without hesitation, Luo Qingchuan stepped onto it, the bridge Shi Feng had ntioned, the Naihe Bridge.
Imdiately after stepping onto that ancient single-plank bridge, Luo Qingchuan felt the scene before him suddenly change, Shi Feng ahead disappeared, the Naihe Bridge beneath his feet vanished, and the surging Netherworld River was nowhere to be seen.
He seed to have returned to the Undying Mountain.
The Luo Family’s mansion at the Undying Mountain had already collapsed, reduced to ruins. Luo Qingchuan stood upon these ruins, surrounded by countless bodies, each one with an extrely tragic death.
One corpse after another, with faces all too familiar, appeared in Luo Qingchuan’s sight. These bodies were all the forr martial artists of the Luo Family.
"An illusion! An illusion! Everything is just an unreal illusion." Looking at those Luo Family corpses, Luo Qingchuan told himself.
Closing his eyes, unwilling to witness such a grueso scene, his feet continued to move forward, walking.
However, even with his eyes closed, it was of no use. In this strange place, even with eyes tightly shut, the horrific images still appeared before him.
The bodies looked as if they died so tragically. Each with eyes wide open, unable to find peace due to their brutal deaths.
"Clan... Clan Leader..." At this mont, even without turning his head to look, Luo Qingchuan saw a severely wounded body, bloodied and crawling laboriously toward him.
The young face was also covered in blood, yet Luo Qingchuan recognized him as Luo Chen, the Luo Family’s current top talent.
"Clan... Clan leader... Save , Clan Leader, I don’t want to die! I am in so much pain! Save , Clan Leader!" Luo Chen stretched out his shaking, crimson right hand toward Luo Qingchuan.
Yet, Luo Qingchuan pretended not to see and resolutely continued forward, undeterred by the illusions.
Behind him, Luo Chen’s trembling, weak voice called out: "Clan leader... Save , Clan Leader... I’m in so much pain... I don’t want to die... Don’t leave behind. If you leave , I will die."
"Clan leader... Clan leader..." At that mont, Luo Qingchuan saw, on either side of him, severely injured mbers of the Luo Family crawling slowly and arduously, covered in vibrant red blood, faces full of agony.
Crawling slowly and arduously toward him, calling out to him.
Looking at the wretched Luo Family mbers, Luo Qingchuan’s heart churned continuously, but he still roared angrily, "Get lost! All of you, get lost! You cannot sway !"
"Haha! Hahahahahaha!"
Subsequently, Luo Qingchuan saw a figure descending from the void, covered in bloodstains, letting out a mad demon laugh, then picked up a blood-red sword, viciously stabbing into the bodies of the Luo Family mbers crawling on the ground.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Piercing screams of agony echoed throughout the world, and the Blood Pattern Mad Demon, seemingly excited by the screams, laughed louder and louder.
"Die! All you grasshoppers, killing you is like slaughtering pigs and dogs; none of you weaklings deserve to live in this world. Die, all of you die for !" The Blood Pattern Mad Demon continued to laugh, swinging the sword to claim more lives.
Severing heads, stabbing into the backs of Luo Family martial artists, penetrating through their chests, blood spraying, drenching the world in a thick stench of blood.
The horrific images, the scent of Luo Family mbers’ blood, fed back vividly into Luo Qingchuan’s senses.
Those piercing screams, like sharp swords, stabbed at Luo Qingchuan’s heart! Witnessing this vivid scene, so lifelike, Luo Qingchuan felt like he was on the verge of losing his mind.
Not wanting to see, yet forced to witness it so vividly!
Naihe Bridge, Naihe Bridge, on the Naihe Bridge, left Luo Qingchuan helpless!
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