Chapter 485 - 492: Mid-stage Soul Emergence

Yin Qi surged madly toward Song Wanning. The commotion was so great that even the Yin Qi from farther away sensed it and began to stir.

Meanwhile, the aura emanating from Song Wanning’s body grew in tandem...

If anyone else were present at this moment, they would surely be astonished.

Yin Qi could only be absorbed by Ghost Cultivators. Song Wanning was a Spirit Race Cultivator, so how could she possibly absorb Yin Qi?

Yet the truth was right before their eyes. The Yin Qi inside Song Wanning’s body gathered more and more. A portion was absorbed by her inner world, while the other part traveled to her Dantian, where it was taken in by the four-colored orb.

Both Yin Qi and Chaos Qi were gray, but the Yin Qi was tinged with hints of dark black.

As a result, the color distribution of the orb changed. The gray portion expanded significantly, squeezing the other colors and shrinking their domains.

...

BOOM—

With a massive bang, Song Wanning’s Cultivation directly broke through the shackles of the Early Stage of Soul Emergence, smoothly advancing to the Mid-stage of Soul Emergence.

The surrounding Yin Qi gradually faded away.

Song Wanning opened her eyes, feeling a sense of refreshment in both body and mind. She had never felt so light and comfortable.

The Heart Demon had been completely eradicated. As long as her Dao heart remained undamaged, she would never again be plagued by a Heart Demon.

A bright light flashed in her eyes, which were filled with pleasant surprise.

’Just getting rid of the scourge of my Heart Demon made this trip worthwhile, not to mention the unexpected bonus of advancing my cultivation.’

’And I even absorbed Yin Qi!’

Her inner world had temporarily sealed its passages due to the influx of Yin Qi. She had no idea what changes might occur when it reopened.

However, her Dantian now genuinely contained Yin Qi that she could call upon at will.

With a single thought from Song Wanning, her aura instantly shifted, leaving only Yin Qi. She was now indistinguishable from a powerful Ghost Cultivator.

’This is a great thing. In the Netherworld, no one will be able to see through my true identity.’

She tentatively put away the Guiding Stone. Sure enough, the surrounding Yin Qi no longer harmed her. Instead, it felt like a spring breeze, making her feel comfortable all over.

"Big Sis, did you just turn into a Ghost Cultivator?"

the Golden Small Sword joked.

’Our worries were truly for nothing. Big Sis is the most amazing person there is; no hardship can hold her back.’

"Mhm, Big Sis has become a ghost."

Song Wanning amusingly teased the little guys before steering the small boat toward the opposite shore again.

This time, the malevolent souls all obediently hid underwater, not daring to surface again.

All was calm and peaceful around her, and she reached the other shore smoothly.

After stowing the boat, Song Wanning continued forward, her brow furrowing ever deeper.

’Is this really the Netherworld?’

’Why is it so desolate?’

’Could something have gone wrong in the Netherworld?’

With a heavy heart, Song Wanning quickened her pace.

And after she left, the Netherworld King revealed himself.

He watched Song Wanning’s departing figure thoughtfully, a trace of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

’How on earth did this person enter the Netherworld?’

’Besides her, have any others gotten in?’

The Netherworld King’s expression turned grim. With a flash, he returned to the Mingwang Mansion.

He immediately activated the surveillance Array that covered the entire Netherworld. In an instant, the Netherworld’s numerous cities appeared before his eyes.

Each city was filled with mansions and residences. He couldn’t see what was happening inside the buildings, but the streets were completely exposed. He would notice any anomaly immediately.

These places were the territories of Ghost Cultivators, while the souls awaiting reincarnation were in the Netherworld’s Rebirth Valley.

He scrutinized those areas carefully but found nothing out of the ordinary. Still, just in case, he issued an order for the City Lords to be on alert for any abnormalities.

The sudden appearance of a Human Cultivator, however, stirred something within him.

Heaven knows that ever since his death, he had been confined to this Netherworld. By a stroke of fate, he had comprehended the Dao and become a Ghost Cultivator.

He had no idea how many thousands of years he had cultivated to attain his position as ruler of the Netherworld.

He desperately wanted to go out and see the world.

Therefore, he decided to hold his ground for now and observe the situation.

’Besides, it’s just one woman. She can’t possibly stir up any trouble.’

...

"Hurry it up! What are you dawdling for, didn’t you eat?"

A Ghost Messenger was escorting a recently deceased soul, walking over from the side.

The soul wore a miserable expression, looking as though he was plagued by terrible luck.

"Sir, I... I starved to death when I was alive. I really have no energy..."

As he spoke, he looked like he was about to cry.

’My whole life has been one stroke of bad luck after another, from childhood to adulthood, and I even ended up starving to death. Surely no one has had it worse than me.’

The Ghost Messenger was taken aback by this. A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. He had cursed out of habit and forgotten that this person had starved to death.

He cleared his throat. "Alright, alright, but you still can’t be too slow. If it gets too late, I’m afraid you won’t be able to cross the Forget River."

"I know, I’ll do my best..."

The unlucky ghost clasped his hands pitifully and continued walking, but his speed didn’t increase in the slightest.

The Ghost Messenger was at his wit’s end and could only roll his eyes speechlessly.

Who would have thought that when he turned his head, he would suddenly spot an unparalleled beauty not far away? His eyes immediately widened.

On closer inspection, she was a high-ranking Ghost Cultivator!

And a very powerful one at that.

The Ghost Messenger’s attitude did a complete one-eighty. He respectfully led the unlucky ghost over to Song Wanning.

"This lowly one greets you, Your Excellency."

’Your Excellency?’

’Is he talking to me?’

Song Wanning raised an eyebrow slightly. She really wasn’t used to the formal address in the Netherworld.

She gave a slight nod and made a gesture to help him up.

The Ghost Messenger immediately raised his head with a broad grin and asked curiously, "Your Excellency, what brings you to Rebirth Valley? This place is full of souls waiting for reincarnation. Could it be that something major has happened?"

Ghost Cultivators disliked Rebirth Valley. You wouldn’t see a single one here in a decade, aside from Ghost Messengers like them.

Song Wanning’s expression remained unchanged. She planned to get some information out of this Ghost Messenger.

She shook her head with a serious look. "I’ve just hit a bottleneck in my Cultivation recently. I thought I’d walk around and see the sights, hoping for a different kind of insight."

"Do you mind if I have a look around with you?"

She broke into a smile, and the Ghost Messenger felt as though he had seen a Fairy right here in the Netherworld.

He quickly shook his head. "Not at all, not at all!"

So, while pulling on the rope, he began to explain to Song Wanning, "This is a soul who starved to death just a few hours ago. He’s now waiting to cross the Forget River and see where he’ll be reincarnated!"

As he spoke, he tugged the rope. The unlucky ghost immediately shuffled closer and gave Song Wanning a pained smile.

But perhaps because the unlucky ghost was so used to a lifetime of misfortune, he constantly exuded an aura of gloom.

’This man’s fate is truly tragic,’ Song Wanning thought.

The Ghost Messenger led the unlucky ghost with one hand while guiding Song Wanning toward the Forget River.

It was only then that she understood: the passage she had used to enter had long been abandoned.

The Forget River and other landmarks had been relocated and rebuilt elsewhere. That was why the long path she had taken upon arrival was so desolate, without a single soul in sight.

Before long, she followed him to the real Forget River.

The moment she arrived, she was greeted by a bustling atmosphere.

Ghost Messengers bustled back and forth, hurriedly leading souls across the Forget River.