Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

But that would be a bad thing.

Since he was not sure of his exact location, he did not know how to return. Should he fly back along the same route he had fallen?

Yang Ling felt that things might not be that simple.

He couldn't imagine how far the universe he was in was from the earth, and this possibility was increasing.

In the original universe, he had never seen so many strange life forms and terrifying existences. Even if he didn't know them, he could feel their power.

Moreover, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth there is pitifully thin, and is simply not enough to support so many cultivators and powerful beings.

A world that can give birth to so many powerful lives must have extremely rich spiritual energy.

Moreover, every horrific life form here requires unimaginable spiritual energy from heaven and earth to nourish.

The spiritual energy of one or two planets is simply not enough for them. If there was only the Earth, it would probably be sucked dry by these horrible lives in an instant.

But in this cemetery, there is a constant stream of corpses being brought in. Everything around is so terrifying and so shocking.

Even in his imagination, Yang Ling had never imagined such a scene. Moreover, there were millions of souls in just one team, and this was the result of careful selection.

In addition to here, there are more void gates opening in the infinite starry sky, sending out such teams.

It was almost non-stop and was undoubtedly a mind-blowing thing to watch.

But now, no matter how much he thought, it was useless. He knew nothing about his surroundings and could only continue along the road and hope that nothing bad would happen.

If the road ahead is also one of reincarnation, then wouldn't he, a living person, die if he were to reincarnate?
He continued on his way, but the road ahead was not what he had imagined.

There was no danger, but it was extremely monotonous. The universe around was silent, without any sound or any breath of life.

The stars in the distance seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray fog, with a strong smell of death. This feeling made Yang Ling very uncomfortable. After all, he was a living human being, unlike these souls who had been dead for a long time.

Black stones paved a road in the endless sky and earth, and it spread across the starry sky. Starlight from all over the world fell down and shone on him.

But this did not bring the slightest sacred atmosphere, but instead added a sense of weirdness and death. It was unknown how far this road extended and where its end was.

Countless purified spiritual seeds transformed into spirits here, wandering aimlessly along this road. They were tireless and didn't know where the end was.

What on earth is going on with these spirits? Why do they seem so obedient?

As he was walking, Yang Ling suddenly thought of this serious question. He felt that he had discovered a blind spot...

Everything that happened here was too weird, and all kinds of life forms appeared one after another.

What is going on? Why are these souls so serious and obedient?
No one knows how they got here, or who they were in their previous lives, but one thing is for sure: they can't always be so obedient.

Yang Ling sensed that there was a mysterious force calling them, causing all the souls to move forward quietly along this road.

This is really too weird. You know, each of these souls was extremely powerful and unruly when they were alive.

Few people who can reach this level are good people. But now their souls are quietly following this road, and no one is making trouble here.

There is no doubt that this is absolutely extraordinary.

Even in the souls of dead strong men, a trace of instinct will be retained.

This made Yang Ling full of doubts. What kind of power was calling them to make all the souls so obedient?

There were too many mysteries in his mind. Where did this little world come from? It was like another universe.

Weird things and puzzles emerged in his mind, making him feel particularly puzzled.

During this process, Yang Ling tried to fly to see where the end of this road was.

But he discovered a shocking fact: he was trapped on this stone road and couldn't leave. The power of flying was useless, not only his soul, but also his body seemed to be fixed here.

Once, he had a sudden idea to use his spirit to leave his body and explore with other spirits in the form of a soul.

But he quickly gave up the idea because it was too dangerous.

Every soul that comes here loses its true self, leaving only a little spiritual strength.

What would happen if he followed suit?
Would his spiritual power also be reduced to a soul? And when he was about to leave his body, his whole body was shaken, and a huge force swept over him. Soon, he discovered a strange secret.

He caught a glimpse of a sound that came from the void. The sound was vague and uncertain, as if it floated from the boundless realm, and no one could tell its source.

Upon closer inspection, the sound turned into a piece of music. To be more precise, it sounded like some kind of musical instrument was playing melodiously, ding-dong-dong, distant and ethereal. However, the music did not sound ethereal, but instead had a ghostly weeping sound, like a dirge echoing.

The music came slowly from the end of the road, attracting the souls around to listen attentively. It seemed that because of this, these souls continued to move forward into the distance without hesitation on this road.

Finally, Yang Ling could no longer suppress his curiosity, and his soul left his body to find out what was going on. The sound of the instrument was even louder and more deafening than ever before, as if thunder was roaring in his mind. This sound gave him an inexplicable urge to get closer to the distant source of the sound.

He longed to merge into the embrace of that voice, as if there was a huge nest ahead of him, the embrace of his mother, calling him back home.

However, the situation became increasingly strange, and he ultimately did not dare to release his soul completely. Instead, he kept it half attached to his body and half suspended outside, feeling the mysterious power and moving forward slowly.

He seemed to have seen a broken picture scroll from ancient times, a trace left over from countless years ago. It seemed that a great war had taken place between heaven and earth, the gods were stained with blood, and the planet was littered with corpses, just like the legendary Ragnarok.

This music actually has the power to captivate souls, emitting endless strange fluctuations.

Countless souls emerged from the sea of ​​stars, heading towards an unknown place, as if returning to the source of ancient chaos. This scene made Yang Ling's heart tighten, and he felt terrified at a glance. Was this a relic of ancient times, or a wonder that had never been recorded in human history?

Yang Ling felt uneasy. This scene was too shocking. It was as if he had stepped into another world. Was this road man-made, or was it naturally formed by heaven and earth? If it was man-made, it would be too shocking.

He cleared his mind of distracting thoughts and moved forward cautiously.

At first, he thought that after hearing the Requiem, his destination was close.

However, when he actually got closer, he found that the road was long and boring, and he could not fly, so he could only walk.

For dozens of days, he repeated the same action, and each step seemed so long. Everything around him seemed to return to nothingness and tranquility, which was a torment for Yang Ling. Although other souls were also moving forward, they had been formatted and did not feel tired or bored, but Yang Ling was different.

He still retained his sense of self and felt bored by the endless march.

As a flesh and blood person, mixed with souls, he felt extremely lonely. At the same time, he began to worry about the safety of his apprentice Xu Fu. Although he did not take Xu Fu to heart, he could not help but feel a little regretful if Xu Fu really died here.

A few days later, he continued to move forward, wanting to leave, but found himself firmly locked on this road.

He had no choice but to move forward. The force was even more terrifying and powerful than when he first saw it. He tried to use his soul to leave his body and walk back, but found that he was also bound by the force in the air.

The requiem was still dull and boring, without any changes. Yang Ling could no longer bear it and wanted to destroy it all. But he quickly calmed down and began to count the time silently, while practicing and comprehending the various powers in the world around him.

Unexpectedly, not long after practicing here, he actually felt the fluctuations of reincarnation in the inheritance.

Although the fluctuation was weak, it was extremely real. This shocked and surprised Yang Ling. There was actually the power of reincarnation on this road of reincarnation. Who could do this and who could step into this legendary place?
In the following days, Yang Ling was so bored that he started singing loudly on the road of reincarnation.

Only he could do this, and because his voice was so loud, the surrounding souls were attracted. Of course, this was not because they had regained consciousness, but because they were simply attracted by the sound.

However, no matter how he sang and practiced, he could not dispel that innate sense of boredom.

Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

At this point, he had completely given up on Xu Fu and let him fend for himself.

If he is lucky, he may still be alive; if he is unlucky, he will die because he may not be able to walk out alive.

Following the dark stone road, he finally came to a Gobi desert with an ancient starry sky.

The endless sun hung in the sky, desolate and empty, with no sign of life.

Everything around him seemed to have completely disappeared, with only broken red flames burning between heaven and earth. But when he walked over, he found that these flames did not harm his soul, nor did they cause much damage to his body. Instead, they seemed to be condensing his soul and helping it upgrade.

This was really weird, but after Yang Ling passed through the flame-filled area, he came to a desert.

This desert appears in the sea of ​​stars, stretching as far as the eye can see. It is made of pale yellow sand, beautiful yet carrying a powerful aura.

Moreover, less than ten meters above their heads, stars actually appeared.

These stars were suspended above their heads one by one. Some had been shattered by meteorites, and some had been broken by something, leaving all kinds of potholes and bumps.

They were all suspended in mid-air, as if he could jump onto them with just one leap.

This scene was completely beyond anyone's expectations. Stars appeared above the desert. What on earth was going on? This completely violated the laws of physics and cultivation.

Of course, as a time traveler, he had seen too many abnormal phenomena. Especially after entering this strange place of reincarnation, they appeared one after another. He had begun to get used to these abnormal situations.

He continued to move forward, and after crossing the desert, he found himself in a vast Gobi Desert. However, there were no stars floating in the sky. He found a strange monster here, and his scalp tingled after taking a look. Because he found that it was a soldier!

"What's going on? Why are there soldiers here? Are they guarding the road to reincarnation?"

Yang Ling felt his scalp tingling, realizing that he might be about to uncover the final mystery.

He walked forward cautiously, deliberately slowing down his pace. Although he could not turn back, he was different from other souls and could control his own speed.

He carefully observed the surroundings and found that those strange soldiers had human forms, but they were incomplete and mixed with characteristics of other races. Some soldiers had black goat horns on their heads, some had golden wings on their backs, some had dragon claws, and some even had three heads and six arms. They were all extraordinary and exuded a frightening aura.

However, they also had one thing in common: each of them wore a shining sword. These swords were from an unknown time, and they looked ancient and old, with broken and uneven blades, as if they had experienced endless years. Even the scabbards seemed to be rotten and worn.

These soldiers guarding the Road of Samsara were all skin and bones, as if they lacked any nutrition. One could tell at a glance that they were completely dead, their flesh and blood had dried up, and there was not a trace of life at all.

Their souls were trapped inside, appearing unclear, incomplete, and somewhat confused, as if their intelligence was obscured.

They stood stiffly beside the black road, mechanically carrying out the orders engraved in their souls.

Apparently, these beings are now responsible for guarding this samsara path and occasionally disciplining souls that stray from it.

One soul after another passed by them, and they were allowed to pass after being examined.

For souls that accidentally stray from the road, they will mechanically reach out and drive them back.

At first, Yang Ling watched all this nervously, worried that he would be discovered as a non-soul and cause adverse consequences.

But he soon discovered that these ancient life forms could not recognize too much. As long as you walked on the road and did not deviate from the track, they would not attack. They were like puppets wound up by a clockwork, and could do nothing except follow orders. Perhaps the boss who made all this had never thought that living people would come to such a place, so he did not give them corresponding orders.

In any case, the discoveries here far exceeded Yang Ling's imagination.

He had never thought that there was such a place on earth, or such a road, which connected a strange and endless time and space. Everything here seemed so strange and unusual.

Whether it is the huge burning furnace or these strange soldiers walking on the road of reincarnation, (End of this chapter)