Chen Zhou pondered.
A cheat-like existence like the Gathering Fortune Pavilion was only an Earth Grade special building, while the Myriad Herbs Life-Death Realm was a Heaven Grade special building.
Even Wu Gou, who was just a wisp of a soul born from a great vow, could be born within the Myriad Herbs Life-Death Realm; perhaps remnant souls could as well.
But currently, the souls drawn into birth were passive—those with extremely strong obsessions or special causal ties.
He had not yet discovered how to actively trigger reincarnation.
'I'll look into it thoroughly later,' Chen Zhou thought to himself. 'If the Myriad Herbs Life-Death Realm can be upgraded further, there might really be a chance.'
Chen Zhou nodded and said no more.
Time was up.
Chen Zhou waved goodbye to the three of them, took the Dream Demon, and stepped onto the golden road he had arrived on, walking out of the Immortal-Slaying Shrine.
Standing side by side by the blood pond, the three watched him leave until Chen Zhou’s figure completely vanished.
A Yao stood dazed for a long time, her gaze never shifting.
Yuheng turned his head and asked, "What? Still thinking about what he said?"
A Yao came back to her senses and nodded. "If we really could live another life..."
Yuheng laughed, a surge of heroic spirit rising within him. "Then of course we would kill our way back to the Central Province and ascend the Sky-Cloud Ladder again."
"And smash the heavens to pieces once more!"
Mo Cang looked at the two of them in surprise. "You actually believe him? Something like the reincarnation of remnant souls..."
A Yao raised an eyebrow, a bright smile playing on her lips. "Why wouldn't I?"
"The Cloud-Hiding Silk chose its master of its own accord. It chose me back then, and it chose him now."
"I trust my treasure. As it turns out, my treasure has excellent taste."
Yuheng also nodded in agreement. "Divine weapons possess spirit. To be recognized by two divine treasures at the same time shows that his destiny has inherited the true legacy of the divine path. His fortune is as brilliant as the sun and moon; he is the one chosen by heaven."
Mo Cang felt like he was being isolated.
He shook his head and then smiled as well. "Fair enough."
"Then let's look forward to it."
"What if a miracle happens? To go against the heavens is to create miracles in the first place."
"If there truly comes a day when we kill our way back to the Sky-Cloud Ladder..."
Mo Cang clenched his fists, a long-dormant battle intent igniting in his eyes.
"Damn, just thinking about it gets me fired up!"
...
Chen Zhou exited the dream, and his consciousness returned to his body.
The little pig, carrying the Dream-Weaving Shuttle in its mouth, prepared to head to work. Today was a good day; it had been praised.
So, it felt like giving everyone a beautiful dream to share its joy.
Over the next few days, the City of the Wrongfully Dead welcomed a long-awaited bustle.
The Northern Region Expeditionary Force began to return in succession.
First was Jian Huaishuang.
He brought back all the disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect who had already been transformed into paper people.
Hundreds of paper people followed him in a grand procession into the city.
They could not leave Jian Huaishuang for long. If they stayed in the Northern Region indefinitely, they would slowly lose their spirituality over time and turn back into ordinary paper.
Therefore, Jian Huaishuang brought them all back and settled them in the sword sect's courtyard, so they could contribute to the development of the City of the Wrongfully Dead in the future.
After settling them in, Jian Huaishuang intended to enter seclusion immediately.
He had experienced the great war in the North and meditated on the desolate sword intent left by Bai Ling on Broken Sword Peak; his sword dao realm was on the verge of breakthrough.
But just as he stepped out of the courtyard and before he could enter the seclusion room, he was blocked by two little rascals.
"Sword Immortal Brother!"
In the past few days, Bai and Xiaoye had grown quite a bit more, looking about eight or nine years old now.
One wore white and the other black, looking like two glutinous rice balls as they clung tightly to Jian Huaishuang's legs on either side.
Although they had no memories of their past lives, the affinity for swords deep within their souls made them unable to look away the moment they saw Jian Huaishuang.
Especially sensing the sharp sword intent on Jian Huaishuang, the two little ones' eyes were gleaming.
"Can you teach me sword arts? I want to learn that flying sword you used when you came back to the city!" Bai looked up, her face full of longing.
"I want to learn too, I want to learn too! I want to forge the most powerful sword in the world!" Xiaoye refused to be outdone.
Jian Huaishuang had a major headache.
In this life, he was good at killing humans, demons, and ghosts, but he had absolutely no experience dealing with this kind of situation.
He tried to put on a stern face and released a sliver of icy sword qi, attempting to scare them off.
As it turned out, the two little ones weren't afraid at all; instead, they became even more excited.
"Wow, such cool sword qi!"
"I want to learn that look too, to scare away bad guys in the future!"
Jian Huaishuang: "..."
He simply couldn't handle them.
Just then, Lin Feng, who was leading a patrol through the city, passed by.
Seeing this scene, he was struck as if by lightning.
He hadn't expected his senior brother to bring back hundreds of paper people after one trip out.
"Sen... Senior Brother?"
Lin Feng looked at the two children hugging Jian Huaishuang's legs and calling out, then at the noisy paper people in the courtyard, his voice trembling.
"Are... are these your illegitimate children from outside?"
"I haven't seen you for a few days, and they've already grown so big?"
Jian Huaishuang's face darkened, and a sliver of sword qi directly sliced Lin Feng's hat off.
Meanwhile, Qingque, who was in the courtyard, also stood frozen on the spot.
She recognized the little girl in white at a glance.
Though she had become smaller and her aura had changed, that familiar arrogant expression and the obsession with the sword etched into her soul...
"Sen... Senior Sister?"
Qingque floated forward trembling, tears instantly gushing out, blurring the ink marks on her face.
Hearing the voice, Bai turned her head and looked curiously at this paper person sister who was crying like a messy-faced cat.
"Huh? You can fly!"
Bai let go of Jian Huaishuang and circled around Qingque curiously.
"Who are you? Why are you crying?"
Qingque reached out excitedly, wanting to touch Bai. "Senior Sister, I'm Qingque. Don't you recognize me?"
Bai tilted her head, looking blank. "Qingque?"
"I don't know you."
Bai soon lost interest and ran back to Jian Huaishuang's side, continuing to pester him to teach her the sword.
"Sword Immortal Brother, please teach me!"
Qingque felt as if she had been struck by lightning, standing there alongside the dazed Lin Feng.
Thus, the city gained two more heartbroken souls.
On the other side, Su Xue's return also caused quite a stir.
Her experience in the North had deepened her understanding of life and death, and she had intended to enter seclusion to refine the changes in the Myriad Herbs Life-Death Realm.
But as soon as she entered the Gathering Fortune Pavilion, she was cornered by Wu Gou.
"Benefactor Su Xue! Lady Bodhisattva!"
Little Wu Gou followed behind Su Xue, hugging his wine jar.
"Take this monk for a stroll in the Myriad Herbs Life-Death Realm, won't you?"
"This monk is very interested in the aura of reincarnation in there. Why don't the two of us discuss it?"
Su Xue had a soft personality and was most susceptible to a child's coaxing, especially one as cute and lovable as this one.
She couldn't bring herself to refuse and could only helplessly bring this little drunkard into the Myriad Herbs Life-Death Realm.
They discussed their insights into the path of life, death, and reincarnation together.
As for Huo Dou.
This loyal little black dog had wanted to follow back to find Chen Zhou.
But he was held down by Wu Hai at the newly built Evil Dog Ridge.
The ice and snow of the North would not melt overnight; to completely change the environment, the earth vein fire would need to slowly bake it for some time.
Huo Dou was a fire-attribute divine beast; the Northern Region could not do without him for now.
Wu Hai also had his own little plans.
He could both help the Founding Ancestor stabilize the foundation and, while the sect-protecting divine beast of the Bone Temple was back, use Huo Dou's flames to bake and temper his own bones, seeking a way to break through to the 7th-stage.
Then he would make a high-profile return and amaze everyone, becoming the most capable disciple by the Founding Ancestor's side!
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