Heroes of invincible immortal mod

Chapter 410 Crossing the River
It is dark and dull, the darkness is eternal, and the water is gurgling.

After an unknown amount of time, Gao Hao slowly woke up, half bent his body and looked around. After getting used to the darkness, he could finally see some of the scenery clearly.

The flat land stretches endlessly, a dead tree stands silently there, a small river comes from nowhere and meanders along, and no one knows where it flows to.

He subconsciously touched his body and face and found that nothing was seriously wrong, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

But soon, he became nervous again, as if he had forgotten something important, but couldn't remember it.

"Whirring whirring……"

The breeze caresses gently, like a whistle, sweeping away all the complicated thoughts and leaving only a blank self.

Gao Hao felt an indescribable sense of ease. He hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time.

"Hey! Guy over there, hurry up and get on the boat! The tide is coming and this island is going to be submerged!"

At this moment, an old man suddenly appeared on the creek beside the tree, rowing the boat and shouting at him.

Although he was a little unhappy about being disturbed, he accepted it silently considering that the other party was doing it for his own good.

Gao Hao boarded the boat, but before he could stand firmly, the boat moved forward rapidly and soon entered the wide main branch of the river.

Only then did he have the opportunity to observe the boatman carefully. The other party was wrapped in a straw raincoat, his face hidden in the darkness, and only his extremely thin body could be seen, like a skeleton.

The surrounding river water is dark, bottomless and quite turbulent.

He also found something strange: the boat was damaged, with a hole at the bow, and the river water was slowly seeping in. With the bumps and collisions, the hole was gradually getting bigger.

Gao Hao suddenly became anxious: "Uncle, this boat is leaking, can it still move forward?"

The boatman rowed the oars and said calmly, "Life is like a journey, and we have to sail with a reed. If you don't take this boat, do you want to be like them?"

Gao Hao looked down and saw countless white bones lying beneath the dark river, lying motionless and staring at him quietly.

Frightened by this, Gao Hao couldn't help but take a few steps back. But he felt very strange in his heart, as if he shouldn't be like this.

The two fell into a rare calm. As the boat moved forward, the river became wider and wider, and the scene at the bottom of the river became more and more bizarre.

There are corpses covering their faces with helpless sorrow, there are bodies searching everywhere but lost, there are roaring with resentment but with their heads and bodies separated...

The strange posture is like a statue, sleeping under this endless river.

As if seeing his confusion, the boatman simply stopped and pointed to the bottom of the lake.

"These are the souls who died because their wounds worsened due to lack of money to continue taking medicine after consultation; there are lost souls who lived a lonely life and did not know the meaning of death; there are also warriors who fought desperately with others and were beheaded by their own people... Most of the people buried here died in an ominous way."

Gao Hao glanced at the boat that was still leaking water and said nothing more.

Seeing that he was not very interested, the boatman continued to move forward. After a while, he came to a bridge. The fog was hazy and there was a long team moving forward, seemingly drinking something.

"Those who are blessed can drink the water of forgetfulness here and have a chance to be reincarnated. Of course, only a small number of them can do so."

The dead who drank the forgetfulness water continued to move forward, entered the fog, and no one knew where they went.

"I seem to have forgotten something? Is this the underworld? Could it be... am I already dead?"

The old man stopped the boat, took out a mirror, and pointed it at Gao Hao. What was revealed inside was his body buried in the ground.

"Why else would you come here?"

"You are already dead!"

There was silence for a long time, as if everything around him no longer mattered. Gao Hao's face changed several times, with memories, confusion, unwillingness, and helplessness, just like the corpses in the river.

As if he was used to this kind of situation, the boatman said calmly: "Kings, generals, villagers in the mountains, cultivators and foreigners, no matter who is facing death, it is the same scene. Don't say who is more noble than who."

His legs were already soaked, and Gao Hao struggled to get off the boat: "What am I doing? I still have unfinished business to do, people to be responsible for, and powerful enemies to defeat! I can't die!" The boat was shaking crookedly, water seeped in more and more, and it was about to sink.

The boatman continued forward, pointing at the souls at the bottom of the lake: "You have things to do, don't they? Some of them are worried about, some are prayed for, some are seeking immortality, but now they are all here.

Death is death! Only here are all beings equal. "

Gao Hao dropped his hands helplessly and lay on the side of the boat, collapsing as if he had accepted his fate.

"That's right, I have saved countless dead people. They couldn't accept it at first, but time will wash away everything.

Sit still, maybe you can find an isolated island and fall into a deep sleep."

The wind continued to blow and the water continued to overflow. Gao Hao seemed to have returned to the past, when he had not yet practiced Taoism. His fate was not in his own hands and he could only go with the flow.

He finally calmed down and seemed to accept his current state of "death".

"Is there also a hierarchy in the underworld? Isn't it said that everyone is equal in the face of death?"

He moved his gaze away from the river and looked towards the shore, where he discovered a number of islands covered in green grass and fragrance, with huge rocks standing on them and a coffin in the center, guarding the sleeping souls of the dead.

The boatman didn't care: "Equality doesn't mean fairness. If you are rich and powerful in the world of the living, you can even stop the Lord of the Mansion. If you go to the underworld, you are a soul who has achieved success in cultivation and has good fortune. You can even hold a position as an official and guard the order of reincarnation."

Gao Hao looked up and asked, "If that's the case, then death doesn't seem so scary anymore? No disease, no disaster, and you can live forever in another form."

The boatman's eyes turned cold: "In this world, you will forget everything and be controlled by the law of death, and the people in the world of the living will also forget you. Is that still you?
Besides, can the dead live forever? The five evils of catastrophe still exist and will wipe out everything."

After hearing this sad news, Gao Hao did not fall into melancholy anymore.

The boatman told many horror stories about the underworld and the miserable endings of the dead, and Gao Hao remained extremely calm.

His heart turned cold and he quickly blended into this world. All the twists and turns seemed unable to affect him.

Even when the water had already overflowed the hull and they were about to sink into the River Styx, Gao Hao remained unmoved.

What is death? Death is nothing! Everything is over!
"Boom!"

The boat was about to sink and ran aground among the rocks. The boatman was a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to be a blessed person. You are protected even in the underworld. Now you don't have to go to the Styx to accompany those dead souls.

Come to this island, find a quiet place, and fall into a deep sleep."

Gao Hao glanced at the island. The breeze was caressing the island, and the flowers and plants were swaying like waves. The scenery was even more beautiful than that of the Enci Wilderness.

This is also called the underworld?
Gao Hao stood up, but did not go ashore. He asked a strange question: "Will immortals and saints also come to the underworld?"

Faced with this question, the boatman paused for the first time, and after a long while, he answered stiffly: "Since they are immortals and saints, they can naturally come to the underworld, but the underworld has no place for them.

My life span on earth has come to an end, so I am no longer under your care."

"Then no one can control them?"

This was the first time that the boatman looked Gao Hao in the eye. He thought for an unknown amount of time before speaking slowly.

"Although I have no life, I have the Tao. There is another part of the Tao in the underworld, which is the calamity!"

Gao Hao looked at the other party and said, "Can the boatman take me one more level? I want to see the underworld where they are buried!"

The old man neither refused nor agreed: "Have you thought about it? The dead cannot sleep peacefully, which will be an eternal punishment, even if you have a source of blessing."

Gao Hao pointed at his empty body and said, "I am originally the Netherworld, why should I fear death!"

The old man was silent for a moment, and then his body became burly, almost covering half the sky. He threw the oar into the River Styx, and the water immediately split, time and space flew back, revealing a ruin leading to the ancient times, which was the tomb that buried the anchor point of the avenue.

"In that case, follow me."

(End of this chapter)