A World Worth Protecting

Many years ago, in the Dark Dream, Ming Kunzi had stood before Wang Baole. His eyes were gentle, but his expression was stern. He had asked Wang baole about cultivation.

“Baole, what will happen to the dark sect disciples after the soul is drawn?”

“Master, after the soul is drawn, according to what the DAO Heart feels in the Heavenly Dao reincarnation, draw the corpse’s face for the soul, determine its fate, and draw the lines of karma. Once everything is completed, it will be able to send the soul into the reincarnation smoothly, allowing the Heavenly Dao to examine it. If it passes, it will start a new life. If it doesn’t pass, it means that the dark sect disciples’cultivation isn’t enough.”

“Good.”

Wang Baole opened his eyes and looked at the third level of the world that appeared after he stepped into the door of light. He looked at the place amidst the endless white clouds. It was an independent existence. Other than the white clouds, it was the only thing that entered his eyes.

It was a cliff.

In front of the cliff, there was a table.

On the table, there was a pen.

It was the corpse face pen.

Looking at everything, he thought of the dark dream and everything he had learned in the past. At the same time, he finally understood why the tomb of the Dark Emperor was so strange.

That’s because... This place is both a graveyard, a trial, and also... an inheritance

Everything here is for verification, a test, and a selection of disciples who can obtain the inheritance of the dark emperor

Wang baole murmured softly. He turned his head to look at the Dark River beside him. There were countless souls in there. He silently took a step forward and sat beside the cliff before the table.

His eyes closed once again. It was as if he was reminiscing, but at the same time, he was immersed in his memories. After a long while, Wang Baole opened his eyes. His eyes were calm. He waved his left hand, and the white clouds in the surroundings surged forward and merged into the Dark River beside him, the souls that had sunk into the river... waves of sensations appeared in Wang Baole’s mind. He seemed to see faces.

A moment later, Wang Baole raised his right hand and picked up the brush that was placed on the table. A wisp of soul light flew out from the Dark River and floated before him. Wang Baole’s expression was calm and serious, as if he had returned to the dark sect, he started drawing on the soul light.

Drawing corpse faces.

Corpse faces were difficult to draw, but there was no room for mistakes. A single slip of the brush could affect the soul’s afterlife. An accident could affect one’s dao heart.

There could be no selfish motives. For example, his senior brother had taken the wrong path in his future choices because of his selfish motives.

Wang Baole didn’t know if he could do it well. After all... it had been a long, long time since he had drawn a corpse face. His own path was at odds with the dark sect’s.

However, this is also a part of karma. Wang Baole shook his head. He calmed himself down. He drew the outline of the soul before him one stroke at a time. A body gradually appeared, and a face gradually appeared. His gender was gradually determined.

During this process, his hands didn’t tremble. Even though he was a little unfamiliar, his state of mind was on the level of a god. This transcendence made Wang Baole’s entire body exude the charm of Dao.

This Dao was the Heavenly Dao, the Dao of the dark sect.

A sigh reverberated softly outside the world, outside the vast dark river. However, it didn’t enter the hearts of anyone, not even the minds of others. Only outside the Dark River, in the void, Chen Qingzi’s heart didn’t dissipate for a long time.

Chen Qingzi’s eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. He could see everything that had happened in the Dark Emperor’s tomb.

He saw what had happened in the temple. Wang Baole’s experience made him fall silent. He also saw that after Wang Baole left, the people in the temple gradually woke up and entered the next level.

He also saw that on the first level of the collapsed pagoda, Wang Baole was surrounded by countless killing intent. The killing intent was enough to wipe away Wang Baole’s soul.

It wasn’t until Wang Baole bowed and gave up all resistance, revealing his spirit and showing his goodwill that the ghosts slowly disappeared.

He also saw that after Wang Baole left, more than half of the dark sect cultivators who had entered the first level had died due to their ill-intentions.

On the second level, Wang Baole’s soul guidance and the corpse face on the third level made Chen Qingzi sigh once again.

Wang Baole was indeed the hope for the dark sect to rise again.

That was because no one before or after him could guide the souls of the seven nations. He was the most powerful one. No one could remain aloof and unaffected like him, silently drawing the corpse face.

However... the Dao was different.

Therefore, all he could do was sigh. His gaze deepened until he saw two figures moving forward with great difficulty on the lower levels.

One was a man, and the other was a woman.

The woman was the quasi-ming Zi who had been hiding his true power outside, while the man was the other quasi-ming zi who had an ordinary appearance and didn’t seem to exist. As the two of them stood together, their figures seemed to be slowly fusing together in Chen Qingzi’s eyes.

“The yin-yang Netherworld sealing technique, returning to the Great Dao, didn’t want to become a backup, so I went all out. But in the end, I still lacked a bit of... luck.”Chen Qingzi stared at it for a moment, then retracted his gaze, he looked... At the deepest part of the tomb of the underworld emperor.

There, a coffin could be seen. Next to the coffin, a figure was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The figure was indistinct, but it emanated an ancient aura. It emanated an aura of endless time, and as it pervaded the final layer, it seemed to be able to sense Chen Qingzi’s gaze. The figure lifted his head and opened his eyes. Across the tomb, across the underworld river.., he looked at Chen Qingzi.

“Master... I want the remains of the Dark Emperor. If you don’t give it to me, then will you... give it to little junior brother if he goes?”Chen Qingzi lowered his head and murmured softly.

The figure was the gravekeeper. He was also... His Master. He was also Wang Baole’s dark grandmaster master.

His Dao name was... Ming Kunzi!

Time passed. Wang Baole didn’t care how much time had passed. He didn’t consider whether someone was observing him or not. He didn’t even pay attention to the people who had entered the third level after him.

He didn’t consider why the people who had entered the third level after him still had their souls drawn to them. After all, he had drawn the souls of all the Seven Kingdoms of the soul realm from the previous level.

That wasn’t important.

It didn’t matter whether the second level had no beginning or end. The Soul Realm continued to exist. Regardless of who had come, they were all on guard when they saw Wang Baole. Regardless of whether the person had appeared, the white clouds around him had formed cliffs, it didn’t catch his attention.

At that moment, all Wang Baole could see was the corpse’s face.

He drew each stroke. He drew out all the souls according to the insights that surfaced in his mind. The Dark River around him disappeared. The souls that he had drawn the corpse’s face formed dots of light, they surrounded him, causing him to shine with a brilliant light.

A divine aura appeared on his body, causing the people around him to have complicated looks in their eyes.

Only then did Wang Baole slowly recover.

“Next, it’s time to decide my fate.”As he muttered, the door of light appeared before Wang Baole. He stood up and took a step forward, bringing with him all the new souls that no longer had the aura of death but were filled with life, they stepped in together.

From the beginning to the end, he didn’t look at his side at all.

He only felt two pairs of eyes, one above and one below, staring at him. He could understand who it was from above, but he didn’t know who it was from below.

However, he could feel that as he walked layer by layer, the call and the pull became clearer and clearer. Faintly, as he walked into the light and entered the next layer, he felt a sense of familiarity and familiarity in his heart.