370: C370 Nahor's Bridge

C370 Nahor's Bridge

The Bridge of Helplessness was a stone bridge that spanned thousands of feet. It was covered with complicated lines and the sword and saber's imprints. It seemed that in ancient times, it had experienced a great battle.

"I don't believe that he can succeed. The Yellow Springs Sect has existed for so long, and only a few people have managed to cross the Bridge of Helplessness. The ancient records have never been recorded before."

"Yao Taixu is truly breathtaking. He had only walked a hundred and fifty feet when he almost died on the spot, unable to make it back."

"Hmm, do you still remember Wenren Tian from three thousand years ago? The most likely place for him to enter is when he just got close. However, as soon as he got close, he was scolded by his ancestors.

There were too many legends about the Bridge of Helplessness, and many people who had just approached it were already lost.

"Why is it so hard to cross the Bridge of Helplessness? What's up there?" The Saint God Cult's headmaster looked at the Symbol Emperor and asked.

The Rune Emperor hesitated for a while and then said, "I was just getting close to it at that time, but I felt like I was lost and that it contained the power of reincarnation. He felt that he was no longer himself, but he was himself again. "It's a very mysterious feeling, I can't tell."

"Yes, Yao Taixu once said, 'I'm not me, but I'm still me.' But no matter how you look at it, I'm me, I'm not me. I'm very tongue-tied. These are his exact words, and I don't understand them." Another great elder said, frowning.

"This way, I don't believe he can cross it." The king of the Ghost Gate, Guan Wang, said.

Meng Xuan turned around and stared at him. Narrowing his eyes, a trace of killing intent flashed across them.

The Yellow Springs God of Slaughter, the Talismanic Heaven Talisman, and their heir, Fu Zhao and Fu Yuhe all looked at Meng Xuan, their expressions becoming more and more distorted. Meng Xuan had the ability to save them, but he didn't make a move. Under Meng Xuan's assistance, Fu Tian continued to walk further and further away. The two of them would eventually disappear from this world, and might even die too soon.

"Ye Xuan, why are you so selfish!" Fu Zhao growled, his eyes filled with malevolence.

Meng Xuan didn't even bother to pay attention to them. He took a deep breath, looked at the stone bridge, and stepped forward. Just as they got close to the top, a thin layer of fog rose from the Bridge of Helplessness. It was very strange. Within the thin fog, various phantoms appeared.

He saw some people who were busy living, but remained silent. He saw some people who could shake the world, but in the end, they died prematurely. He also saw that some people lived and died, leaving and leaving each other. A sorrowful feeling rose in his heart, making him want to cry.

"What's wrong? My mind seems to have been affected by something." He was shocked and quickly woke up from his deep thoughts. Then, without thinking any further, he stepped onto the Bridge of Helplessness.

"I've stepped on it, I've finally stepped on it. I wonder how far I'll be able to go." Fu Tian looked nervously at Meng Xuan.

"In the end, I'm afraid I'll end up returning empty-handed." Someone murmured, not wishing for Meng Xuan to succeed.

A warm feeling came from beneath his feet. The Bridge of Helplessness seemed to be glowing; it was very mysterious. Many ripples appeared under his feet and disappeared in circles.

Even though it was three thousand meters long, Meng Xuan didn't even manage to take a step forward.

Just as he was about to sprint forward, a thick fog descended from the sky, completely enveloping him. His body jolted, and many illusions appeared before his eyes. His vision began to change. In a trance, he felt that he had arrived at an extremely mysterious and chaotic place.

Two illusory figures walked towards him, their faces obscured. However, a pair of eyes were blazing as they coldly stared at him. The bloody light in his eyes was extremely bright, like two bloody lanterns.

"Bridge of Helplessness is where the Undead head towards to hell, while the Undead retreat. Otherwise, they will be killed." One of the figures pointed at Meng Xuan. It was as if he had a divine body made of light. His entire body was shining.

It was as though a sun had appeared in the sky, blossoming right in front of Meng Xuan's eyes. However, not a single person on the peak could see it. All he saw was Meng Xuan standing there.

"Who are you?" Meng Xuan asked softly.

"Sun Roaming God, the divine spirit that is in charge of the Bridge of Helplessness." The glowing figure said. As for the other person, his entire body was completely black. When his gaze landed on it, it seemed to have been devoured.

"Then, you're a God of Night?" Meng Xuan asked.

"Exactly."

Meng Xuan was startled. Had the legendary figure reappeared?

Was this mysterious bridge really connected to the Ghastly Demon Trail, leading to another world?

"Retreat immediately! Otherwise, kill! No living beings are allowed to enter!" "Either you die, or I take your soul with me."

"Come out, Primordial Spirit. I can bring you into the Six Paths of Samsara." He gestured toward Meng Xuan with both hands. Immediately, Meng Xuan felt as though his soul and body couldn't merge any more. His forehead began to glow, and his primordial spirit was about to leave it.

The Symbol Emperor's pupils fiercely contracted. "He encountered a mysterious existence and hooked up with his primordial spirit. Once his primordial spirit is hooked up, it will never return to his body, becoming a living corpse."

The light in Meng Xuan's forehead became increasingly resplendent as his soul unceasingly escaped from his body. His body trembled, and a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and ridiculed: "I was once an Immortal King, could I be considered a living being in the realm of the human path? My primordial spirit has long transformed into a true dragon. If the True Dragon did not enter the Six Paths of Samsara, wouldn't you know? "

After speaking, Meng Xuan's immortal king aura abruptly exploded. A true dragon's roar that no one could hear or see clearly appeared.

With a grunt, shock appeared in his eyes. He quickly retreated and pointed at Meng Xuan. "Who are you? A person who shouldn't be here!"

"You can call me Empyrean Fallen Treasure, Empyrean Shakya, or Immortal King Meng." Meng Xuan took another step forward, forcing the two of them to retreat.

"No, you are not a creature of this world, not even of any other world. You do not belong here. Zhuang Zhou, Zhoumeng Zhuang, you are a butterfly! " Sun Youdao looked at Meng Xuan as he said this in panic.

"What nonsense." Meng Xuan frowned, but soon after, he stood still as if he had been struck by lightning.

When he had first entered the Crescent Moon Cave, he had heard a theory and a conjecture. Grandmaster Dong Hua said. Zhuang Zhou, who can guarantee that they are the real me?

Who can guarantee that I am me?

You may just be a butterfly dream, in this butterfly dream, you are the world-shaking Meng Xuan. But in reality, you are just a normal butterfly!

"I am me, I am not me, but am I me?" Meng Xuan muttered to himself. His voice passed through the mist and entered into the ears of everyone present. Everyone was shocked, especially the Talisman Emperor and the others. They were all indescribably shocked.

"It's the same as what Yao Taixu said. What did he experience?" Everyone's eyes were filled with contemplation and shock. Was the Bridge of Helplessness really so strange?

Sun and Night Traveller continuously retreated as they pointed at Meng Xuan. "This is not a place you should be at. Hurry up and retreat, otherwise, you will be met with misfortune."

"I want to go to the ninth summit to take a look. Please make way, I won't make things difficult for you guys, thank you." As Meng Xuan spoke, he regained the calmness in his heart. The matter was becoming more and more complicated. Was all this caused by his Manifestation Scripture? Or perhaps … The entire world is fake?

Meng Xuan didn't believe it. He had to get to the bottom of this.

Sun Ranger and Night Ranger had retreated to a safe distance, refusing to confront Meng Xuan. His Immortal King was simply too terrifying, and his True Dragon Primal Divinities were not part of the Six Paths of Samsara.

"You will be lost. The ninth summit of the Yellow Springs is not an ordinary place." Sun You said.

"Let me pass." Meng Xuan took another step forward and spoke calmly.

The two of them glanced at each other, then looked deeply at Meng Xuan before turning into mist and dissipating into the void. As the mist dissipated, Meng Xuan's silhouette could be clearly seen behind him.

He closed in once again, advancing another ten or so zhang in succession.

The illusion before him changed again, and various illusions appeared. He saw himself all those years ago. The sky was filled with the sounds of chanting and mumbling. It was extremely complicated and mysterious.

He looked at the scenery beneath his feet. Everything had changed. Under his feet, the Bridge of Helplessness turned into an extremely narrow and dangerous bridge. Below the bridge, a river of blood flowed. In the blood river, there were countless bugs and snakes. What was even more terrifying was that there were quite a few severed limbs that were still flowing about, spreading out endlessly. Screams could be heard from time to time as all kinds of evil spirits emerged from within, then were once again submerged by the waves. This cycle repeated, unceasingly carrying out a mysterious cycle of reincarnation.

A wave of pressure fell from the sky as if it was the pressure of a mountain. His body was trembling nonstop. He almost couldn't hold on and was about to fall down.

Suddenly, he felt all the hair on his body stand up, because in front of him, there was a figure that had appeared out of nowhere and was looking at him.

It was a woman as beautiful as a flower. She giggled, and her voice was clear and melodious like a bell.

"Husband, follow me. Let's transcend this place. This is a sea of bitterness. Let's leave this place, shall we?" The girl looked at Meng Xuan and approached him. Her body was like a snake as it coiled around his body. A delicate fragrance assaulted his nostrils.

Meng Xuan's heart trembled as a bewildered look appeared in his eyes. There was even a hint of emotion mixed within, as well as confusion.

"Look at this blood river, it is the microcosm of all living things. When humans were alive, the amount of pain they experienced wasn't any less than the number of evil spirits in the blood river, or maybe even more. "Would you like to go through life and death, old age and sickness?"

"Do you wish to see yourself being powerless and being unable to turn the tide? Do you wish to see all of the people you know leave you, one by one?"

"Would you like to see your beloved girl die in your arms while you are helpless?"1

Meng Xuan felt his heart ache as if someone had grabbed onto his heart. He thought of that woman from back then, the gentle Lin Zhixia, lying in his arms covered in blood. He thought about Su Qian, how he was captured by the big hand that closed the door to hell, and how even now he could not do anything about it.

He had seen Ye Bian being assassinated. A sword had pierced through his forehead and nailed him to the wall.

Wait, wait. Everything appeared in his heart. This was his pain.

"If you jump down, you will be able to escape from the sea of suffering." The woman said.

Meng Xuan nodded mechanically.

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