Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 388 - 397 How did you die?

Ye Ling was in a hurry. If he didn’t enter the Netherworld while that mysterious strong entity had departed, should he wait for their return? I have confidence in myself, but confidence must be grounded in the current situation.

"Ye, my friend, this is the Yun Family’s talisman. Once you infuse it with Spiritual Power, you can freely enter and exit the Netherworld. However, remember, this talisman can only be used to enter and exit once a year."

Hearing the words of Old Master Yun, it seemed he intended to give the talisman to Ye Ling, who, however, shook his head, "Once out of the Netherworld, I will return it to the Yun Family."

Once the Netherworld’s issues were resolved, what use would Ye Ling have for a talisman? If he wanted to enter, he would do so directly.

"Be very careful, my idol!" Yunfei Yang also hurriedly expressed concern. That was the Netherworld, now in complete chaos with strong entities as numerous as clouds and Underworld Soldiers like the sea.

"Rest assured, what harm could a mere Netherworld do to me?"

Ye Ling chuckled lightly. With a flick of his finger, Spiritual Power slowly infused into the talisman which immediately began to emit a faint glow from Ye Ling’s hand.

The glow, weak but gentle, instantly enveloped both Ye Ling’s body and that of Xiao Bai, gradually vanishing within the Yun Family’s council hall.

The next moment, Ye Ling felt clouds dense with gloom, wind filled with Spiritual Power, and when he opened his eyes, he had arrived in Hell.

Hell, an independent plane, managed the mysterious realm overseeing the Reincarnation governed by the Heavenly Dao. Here, the atmosphere was morbid without any life, yet all life eventually went through Reincarnation from this place.

As for the Western Continent, they had their corresponding Reincarnation Ponds, sharing the same nature as the Six Paths of Reincarnation of the Netherworld.

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Around him, deathly stillness, not a trace of vitality, and the silence was profound, much like a deserted area.

"Squeak squeak, Ye Ling, there’s a heavy aura of death here." Xiao Bai also explored around and then spoke.

Ye Ling nodded. Naturally, all the souls from Huaxia would pass through here, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the inherent order of heaven and earth.

"Let’s go, we need to find someone...oh no, a ghost. We should ask a ghost for information first."

As soon as Ye Ling finished speaking, he instantly transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the vast darkness without stirring so much as a blade of grass, extremely discreet.

In front of a colossal city gate, ghosts with lost souls and even some with bewildered consciousnesses were moving towards the entrance. The city was so huge it resembled an ancient Fierce Beast lying upon the earth.

Ye Ling quietly appeared not far away, demonstrating one of his Divinely Skills, transforming himself into the form of a soul, that is, a ghost.

"Go on ahead into the city and be careful not to get caught. After I enter, you come to find me," Ye Ling said, patting Xiao Bai on the shoulder as the little creature zipped away into invisibility.

Ye Ling altered his demeanor, becoming somewhat vacant, eyes lifeless, staggering toward the city gate.

The gate was guarded by about a dozen Underworld Soldiers wielding long spears. They registered and checked each entering ghost, ensuring absolute security before allowing entry into the city.

"It seems Senluo City has been occupied by someone. I just wonder if King Senluo is dead or not." Ye Ling had been to this place in a past life, so he was familiar with every detail of this city.

However, now it appeared the city had changed hands, and whether that powerful King Senluo was still alive or had been suppressed by some mysterious strong entity brought by Manu.

So there he was, following a bunch of confused and noisy spirits to the outskirts of the city, when a guarding Underworld Soldier yelled at Ye Ling, "What’s your name, how did you die, and where are you from!"

"I am called Ye Ling, from Donghai, killed during a robbery," Ye Ling casually said, keeping his real name because he still needed to investigate.

The Underworld Soldier nodded to the soldiers behind him, one of whom checked an ancient register: "Ye Ling from the Donghai region, his lifespan hasn’t ended yet, it seems he met with an untimely death."

"What? My lifespan hasn’t ended yet? Wow, hey, big brothers, in that case, see if you can send me back to the Yang Realm," Ye Ling feigned excitement.

The Underworld Soldier standing beside Ye Ling was stunned, then burst into laughter, "You think this is what kind of place? This is the Netherworld, there’s no going back."

"So what if you died a wrongful death? It’s your fate. Hurry up and get into the city. If you dawdle any longer, I’ll end you with one stab, and you won’t even be able to become a ghost," the Underworld Soldier threatened menacingly as Ye Ling pretended to argue back but was quickly pulled aside by a ghost next to him: "Young fella, hurry into the city, do you have a death wish?"

Ye Ling nodded, "Alright then, I never expected that the Yin Realm wouldn’t be a place of reason either."

Upon hearing this, the Underworld Soldiers burst into loud laughter. If there was a reasonable place in the world, it certainly wasn’t here, where there was absolutely no return, regardless of how one died.

Once inside the city, Ye Ling leaned against the city wall at the city gate, waiting for the old man who had just pointed things out to him.

Three minutes later, the old man entered the city and was taken aback when he saw Ye Ling waiting for him.

"Old sir, how did you die?" Ye Ling smiled as he asked, but felt quite awkward after he finished speaking.

This felt just like asking "Have you eaten?" in the Yang Realm, almost like it had become the standard greeting, hadn’t it?

The old man laughed, "Well, I died of old age. I lived over ninety years; it was high time I died. I have always been a burden on my son, and now, he’s finally free, and I’m at peace."

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"Old sir, why does this Yin and Yang Realm seem different from what’s described in the Yang Realm? How come there are people especially checking, and when do we drink the Soup of Oblivion and get reincarnated?" Ye Ling continued to ask several questions, but none seemed to arouse the suspicion of the old man beside him.

"Shh, keep your voice down! There’s been a great chaos in the Netherworld. I’ve been dead for half a month now, and I’ve only just entered the city," the old man cautioned.

"Let me tell you, there has been a fight in the Netherworld, and those grandfathers Yan Jun we read about in books, they’re either dead or injured. The Netherworld has changed hands now."

"As for when to be reincarnated? I don’t think it’s certain. They’ve sealed off the Six Paths of Reincarnation, no one’s allowed to be reborn. So for now, we just have to make do here," the old man explained.

"Ay, it’s just unknown when we’ll be able to reincarnate. War always hurts us common folk, no matter where it happens," the old man lamented, and Ye Ling nodded in understanding, "So that’s how it is. By the way, old sir, do you know where those who caused the great upheaval in the Netherworld are now?"

"Of course, they’re in Senluo City. What else would so many souls be here for? They’re all looking for some peace and stability," the old man said, glancing at Ye Ling.

This time, it was Ye Ling’s turn to be stunned. Seeking security in the rebels’ stronghold? Wasn’t that looking for trouble?