Immortal of the Nine Realms-Chapter 863: A Million Wandering Souls Enter the Underworld

The Division God of the Underworld and the Night Walkers stood on the bridge. Their gazes seemed to cross the distant Forgotten River, observing the scene on the shore.

The Division God of Baiyue City sighed helplessly. "This person... what exactly is his background? Last time, he pulled out over ten thousand wandering souls from the Forgotten River, and this time... he's brought over a hundred thousand more...."

A Night Walker pondered for a moment, then said, "We'll have to wait for the new city lord to arrive. Perhaps we can get some answers from him, but... a million wandering souls entering the city is bound to cause some disputes. Our division must be prepared to maintain order."

"Let Marshall Xiao Lang take care of it. He practically runs the division now," remarked the Baiyue Division God.

The Night Walker glanced at him, remaining silent.

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Supreme Immortal Pudu stared blankly at the scene before him.

So... this is the Underworld? And this river is the... Forgotten River?

Before he could think further, some of the military souls suddenly cried out.

"It's the Marshal!"

"It really is the Marshal!"

Supreme Immortal Pudu looked up and saw a tall figure standing in the Forgotten River, staring at them. His heart skipped a beat, and a serious expression flashed in his eyes. This person was definitely a major figure in the Underworld!

The military souls behind Fang Chen narrowed their eyes. Murderous intent flickered in their eyes.

"It really is Marshal Xiao Lang."

If it weren't for Fang Chen's prior explanation that Qingsong had already merged with Grand Xia, their murderous intent would have been more than just a fleeting feeling.

Even if they had to swim, they would drag Marshall Xiao Lang into the Forgotten River!

After a moment of confusion, Marshall Xiao Lang quickly sped up and arrived at the shore. Before he could speak, he saw a figure charging toward him.

Supreme Immortal Pudu bowed repeatedly. "Master, Master! I am Supreme Immortal Pudu from the human world, an Enlightenment Realm cultivator. I have hidden many treasures in the mortal realm. I am willing to offer them all to you, all I ask is that you make things right for me!"

Xiao Lang was stunned for a moment, looking at Fang Chen. "My lord, who is this?"

"Lord!?"

Not only was Supreme Immortal Pudu stunned, but the Qingsong Wolf Army also froze. The military souls behind Fang Chen were surprised too.

It seemed that not only had Qingsong been incorporated into Great Xia, but Marshall Xiao Lang had already become one of Divine General Fang's subordinates in the Underworld....

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"Do not pay him any mind. Just throw him into the Forgotten River," said Fang Chen with a faint smile.

Marshall Xiao Lang nodded lightly.

Just as he was about to take action, he saw Supreme Immortal Pudu suddenly act as if he had nothing to lose. He surged with Yin energy as he rushed past Marhall Xiao Lang, heading directly toward the Forgotten River.

He tried to cross the Forgotten River to escape. As an Enlightenment Realm cultivator, although his Nascent Soul had not been preserved, his Yin soul was naturally much stronger than an ordinary soul.

With Marshall Xiao Lang's cultivation, he couldn't stop Supreme Immortal Pudu, who rushed into the Forgotten River.

The waters of the Forgotten River seemed to boil, and countless snakes, insects, rats, and ants surfaced, with arms reaching out from the water. They grabbed Supreme Immortal Pudu's feet, hands, neck, and head, pulling him into the river.

Supreme Immortal Pudu was hit with panic. "How could this happen?"

No matter how much he tried to stir the Yin energy around him, he couldn't break free from the arms that had gripped him. The snakes, insects, rats, and ants were gnawing at him fiercely.

Jiang Yushu and the others were witnessing this scene for the first time, and their eyes showed clear astonishment.

Huangfu Jie fearfully said, "Dear, if it weren't for the lord leading the way, wouldn't we have ended up here...?"

Supreme Immortal Pudu screamed in terror, "Save me, I know I was wrong!"

Fang Chen reassured him, "Don't worry, you won't die in the Forgotten River."

"I... I..."

By now, Supreme Immortal Pudu had been entirely submerged. Only a few air bubbles on the surface remained.

At that point, countless small boats appeared on the Forgotten River. The million-strong military souls watched curiously.

Suddenly, one of them cried out, "Father, Mother!?"

Another military soul was shocked. "Dear?!"

"Big Brother!? Is that really you?"

"This is Third Sister, how are you here...?"

Huangfu Jie, somewhat curious, asked, "Lord, what is this...?"

"In the Underworld, to enter the city, one must cross the Forgotten River. To do so, those who care for you must spend their own Yin lifespan to form these boats."

Fang Chen smiled. "These are their former family members, brothers, and friends, here to escort them."

Huangfu Jie was moved. "Such a thing exists...."

Suddenly, one of the boats caught his eye, and he gasped. "Father!?"

Jiang Yushu and the others had all been scholars during their lives and hadn't believed in the existence of ghosts or spirits. However, their entire worldview had been flipped upside down after becoming wandering souls themselves.

The scene before Jiang Yushu's eyes left him deeply stunned. The boundless Forgotten River and its eerie, otherworldly landscape were unlike anything he had imagined.

He softly murmured, "Those who care for you...?"

His gaze unconsciously swept across the vast river. Soon, he saw a boat approaching. Several familiar figures stood on it.

A smile crept onto his face, and he nodded in acknowledgment.

Fang Chen said with a calm smile, "Those who have been received should cross the Forgotten River first and gather at the gates of Baiyue City."

"Understood!"

Several hours later, the million souls were reduced to a mere twenty thousand, as the rest had been taken by the boats. The remaining souls gazed blankly, some with sorrowful expressions, while others kept their heads down, silent.

Fang Chen observed this and smiled gently. "No one has come for you, but that doesn't mean there's no one waiting for you. Perhaps they've crossed into the Yellow Springs and have not reached Baiyue. Once your cultivation is sufficient, you might be able to search for them and bring them back."

These words brought comfort to many of the disheartened souls, and one of them laughed boisterously, "I grew up without parents. Even if they're here in the Underworld, they wouldn't know who I am. No one will come for me. Young Master, how do I cross the Forgotten River in my case?"

Fang Chen smiled and replied, "Can't I bring you across?"

The soul was taken aback for a moment. He then laughed even more brightly. "Of course! If it's you, that's the best of all!"

Fang Chen's voice rang out with a long laugh, "Let's go then, everyone."

With a wave of his sleeve, a massive boat, a hundred feet long, appeared on the surface of the Forgotten River. This colossal vessel could easily carry 200,000 souls. Even 300,000 would not be a problem.

With his status as a Day Walker Monarch, Fang Chen had crafted this enormous boat without consuming any of his Yin lifespan. The massive vessel moved steadily, ready to carry the remaining souls to the next stage of their journey.

The souls of the army shouted excitedly as they boarded the ships. "Let's go!"

The massive ship arrived at the bridge.

Countless wandering souls stood aside, gazing with curiosity at the seemingly endless procession of soldiers.

"Hey, those look like the uniforms of our Grand Xia army. Could these kids be from our army?"

"In recent years, there haven't been any major wars. How could there be so many souls of soldiers..."

The nearby wandering souls, some from Grand Xia, others from Longdu, and Gu He, all looked upon the group with a mixture of shock. One of the spirits turned around and smiled, saying, "I'm no kid. I've been dead for forty or fifty years. I was already over forty when I died."

"Forty or fifty years... Could it be..."

The wandering souls' expressions turned pale, their eyes filled with horror. Forty or fifty years ago, the largest loss of soldiers occurred during the Battle of Three World Mountain.

Could these soldiers have come from Three Realms Mountain!?

Marshall Xiao Lang stood quietly beside Fang Chen. After a few moments of hesitation, he softly asked, "Lord Fang, how do you plan to handle them?"