books44 Chapter 211 Crossing the River of Oblivion: A Shocking Kneeling Kiss (Part 2)
Chapter 211 Crossing the River of Oblivion: A Shocking Kneeling Kiss (Part 2)
The River of Forgetfulness does not allow those with feelings to cross. This "feeling" refers to the "seven emotions and six desires": joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and lust. Only those who abandon all emotions, desires, and delusions can safely cross the river.
Otherwise, it will sink upon contact with water.
Once submerged in water, it is highly likely to perish completely, both physically and mentally.
But for the cultivators, the waters of the River of Oblivion were not actually that terrifying.
Firstly, those who cultivate Taoism are pure of heart and have few desires; secondly, they have magical powers to protect them; and thirdly, isn't there a Naihe Bridge over that river? If there is a bridge, walk across it; if there isn't, take a boat. Only a fool would think of jumping into the water and swimming across.
If you're really unlucky and accidentally fall into the water, it could indeed be dangerous. However, after losing some of your cultivation and struggling a bit, you should be able to swim back to shore safely. As for the severity of your injuries and the depth of your injuries, that depends on your individual fate.
Li Tingyun and his clone only had a brief moment of connection, a sliver of empathy generated by the intense pain. He knew that the drought demon had fallen into the River of Oblivion, but he was still unsure whether the creature had accidentally fallen in.
He jumped in on his own in a fit of madness!
He leaped off the Bridge of Helplessness!
The body of water where the drought demon fell instantly formed a whirlpool.
There seemed to be a tremendous force pulling him down from the depths of the water, dragging everything around him along with him. Anyone who got too close would be sucked in – the zombies were sucking water!
This is a quality he was born with.
This is a particularly deadly trait at this moment!
As the drought demon continued to absorb the water of the River of Oblivion, its body grew heavier and heavier. If nothing unexpected happened, it would drown. In the future, when Li Tingyun erected a monument for itself, it wouldn't even know whether to write "fell to its death" or "drowned."
But it was a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune.
The "water-repelling talisman" hidden inside the drought demon's body came into play at this moment!
His pale, bluish skin gradually developed dense, blood-red runes.
This means that the talisman inside his body is taking effect.
The light emanated outwards, shining through flesh and blood onto the body's surface—face, hands, neck, and places hidden by clothing—marking one after another, like many words tattooed on the body. One could vaguely discern those distinctive and sharp strokes.
Fortunately, Li Tingyun had taken precautions.
He often traveled between the realms of Yin and Yang, passing by the Bridge of Helplessness time and time again. At first, there were no problems, but ever since he refined the Drought Demon into an avatar and merged it with him, he found that the waters of the River of Oblivion were affected by it when he crossed the bridge. Sometimes the waters surged and swelled, sometimes the water level rose, and sometimes the flow changed direction and rushed straight towards him!
So he took some time to develop a special water-repelling talisman.
The talisman disappeared after being injected into the clone's body, and the runes were etched into the bone.
The intricate lines drawn with cinnabar are firmly attached to the jade-like bone structure.
All over the body.
With this precaution, the drought demon finally managed to reach the shore!
He crawled to the shore using both his hands and feet, lay flat on his back, looking dazed and confused.
Water-repelling talismans are somewhat useful, but not that useful. No matter how powerful the talisman is, it can't overcome the zombie's innate ability to absorb water.
His entire body was covered in sore flesh, as if he had just taken a bath in boiling water, and was in excruciating pain.
Fortunately, he has an "indestructible" body, and his wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He raised his hand and touched his neck.
He felt it was too tight.
A red thread was wrapped around her neck, with a bell tied to the end.
It was an extremely thin strip, yet no matter how hard you tried to pull it, you couldn't break it.
"He brought this on himself... there was no stopping him..."
Two soft sighs and a few murmurs came from above.
"Having lost their intelligence, yet still so fierce and untamable?"
The Nightmare Woman's voice was exactly the same as Si Wuyou's.
Yet she seems more mature, without any affectation, naturally charming.
...It's roughly the difference between having a brain and not having a brain.
The drought demon sat up, bent one leg, rested its elbow on its knee, and shook the water from its hair.
He didn't even look up at her.
He can't understand human speech at all now.
I have no idea what the Nightmare Woman is babbling about.
To extinguish one's intellect is like removing one's brain.
The brain is indeed very important; it not only affects outward appearance but also influences inner temperament.
The drought demon was completely out of its mind. Its water-splashing movements were like those of a wild wolf with wet fur and an extremely unhappy mood. All its actions and reactions were instinctive.
Animal instincts.
As soon as the Nightmare Woman reached out, he opened his mouth and bit her, quickly and fiercely. If the Nightmare Woman had a physical body, he could have bitten off her wrist or even torn off her arm.
He's not just fiercely unruly.
He was also ruthless and brave.
However, the Nightmare was just a wisp of a ghost, her figure almost transparent, seemingly there and not there, floating in mid-air without touching the ground, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
You can't touch it, catch it, or bite it at all.
"Alright, stop fooling around." The Nightmare Woman coaxed and persuaded her gently, but no matter how soft and delicate her tone was, it was tinged with an inhuman coldness.
She leaned forward slightly. "Stand up and come with me."
The drought demon darted away, extremely wary, refusing not only her touch but also any approach, its canine teeth bared, its face contorted with malice.
The Nightmare Woman didn't care. The most difficult things to deal with about zombies are their speed, strength, and astonishing self-healing ability, but none of these could do anything to her.
No matter how fast she is, she cannot escape the soul-possessed technique; no matter how strong she is, she cannot penetrate an invisible body. Before her, the drought demon is truly "a hero with no place to use his skills."
The Nightmare Woman snorted, "...Don't force me to use force."
The drought demon turned its head and saw the water in the river. For some reason, it scooped up a handful with its bare hands and splashed it at her!
To be honest, he's not exactly a genius, so he probably doesn't have any complicated thoughts. He just felt uncomfortable after getting his hands on the water and wanted others to experience it too.
Seeing that the Nightmare Woman had indeed moved away and stopped trying to approach him, and seemed quite frightened, he got excited and started splashing water with his bare hands, playing a water fight like a three-year-old.
Li Tingyun, far away at the border market, was trembling uncontrollably!
He ruined seven or eight teleportation arrays in a row.
So much magic power was wasted!
He looked up to the sky and roared:
"What the hell are you doing?!"
With lofty aspirations and intense emotions.
The drought demon is probably courting death.
He himself felt pain in his hand, but he didn't care as long as it made others feel even more pain.
The Nightmare Woman had no time to waste with him. With a flick of her fingers, the bell hanging around his neck vibrated and the red thread tightened.
The drought demon clutched its own neck, its steps faltering, its body floating, involuntarily wanting to follow her. But after only a few steps, a tense, anxious shout suddenly came from behind:
"Li Tingyun!!!"
He was startled and turned his head at the sound.
She let the red thread around her neck draw blood.
I only caught a glimpse of it from afar...
Mei Shiyu spotted a familiar figure standing on the other side of the River of Oblivion and hurriedly ran down from the Bridge of Helplessness!
Because his attention was entirely focused on others, he was completely unaware that the bridge beneath his feet was trembling slightly. If he had turned around at that moment, he would have witnessed a terrifying scene—
The River of Oblivion is rising rapidly, its surface level is increasing quickly, and the surging water is constantly crashing against the Bridge of Helplessness. It's about to burst its banks!
But he couldn't care less.
He didn't bother to look back; his gaze was fixed on the people on the opposite bank, ignoring everything around him.
He headed straight for the "Li Tingyun" he believed in.
"Finally found you!" Upon reaching the man, Mei Shiyu grabbed his arm as if afraid he would run away.
"An explanation! I demand an explanation! If you don't give me a clear answer this time, I will not listen to your 'I'm leaving first' talk. Don't try to fool me again!"
Li Tingyun let him pull her along without saying a word, a natural smile on her face.
"You're still laughing?" Mei Shiyu's feelings were truly complicated. "Do you even know what I... I?!"
He couldn't come up with a clear answer for the time being.
I really didn't expect that Cui Jue's drunken ramblings were true!
Li Tingyun is actually in the River of Oblivion!
He and Si Wuyou... He and Si Wuyou?!
Wait.
Mei Shiyu looked around and found that there was no one else present. He looked up at Li Tingyun suspiciously, and Li Tingyun was also looking down at him. The two stared at each other for a long time.
Mei Shiyu looked away. "I'm talking to you about something serious. Could you... stop staring at me like that?"
It seemed that whenever the two of them were together, Li Tingyun liked to look at him with a smile. Mei Shiyu was almost used to it, but there was something intriguing hidden in Li Tingyun's smile at this moment.
He remained silent, and Mei Shiyu sensed something was wrong with him. She slowly released her grip on his arm.
As soon as he let go, Li Tingyun seized the opportunity to counterattack, suddenly pulling him into her arms and giving him a tight hug.
Mei Shiyu's eyes twitched.
His hands were clasped behind his back, his wrists intertwined, but Li Tingyun grabbed them firmly with one hand. Struggling was useless; two strong arms encircled his waist, trapping him completely. He had no way out and nowhere to escape.
It was an airtight embrace, somewhat forceful, with two bodies pressed tightly together, leaving no gaps, yet it was also extremely tender. Their ears brushed against each other's temples, their breaths and heartbeats gradually merging, becoming one.
As they were embracing, a rather restless hand slid down Mei Shiyu's spine and grabbed his belt.
"What are you going to do?" Immortal Mei's voice turned cold.
"What do you think?" Li Tingyun was cunning; he threw the question at him and let him think about it himself.
"..." Mei Shiyu's gaze went over his shoulder and landed not far behind him.
A silver-white, gleaming sword, radiating a pale blue aura, appeared out of nowhere.
Qing Shuang had already pointed at his back of the heart!
"I think……"
Before the words were even finished, the sword moved as if by will, piercing through the heart!
"You are not Li Tingyun at all!"
The figure in front of them vanished instantly.
Qing Shuang maintained her swift swordplay, flying past Mei Shiyu's side and thrusting towards his back. At the same time, he turned around.
Several feet away, the sword hovered in mid-air, as if it were encountering tremendous resistance and unable to move forward.
Li Tingyun gripped the hilt of the Qing Shuang sword with one hand and flicked the blade with his other. A sharp clang rang out. He smiled, raised an eyebrow, and said, "A sneak attack from behind is not the act of a gentleman."
Mei Shiyu felt a nameless rage rising from the depths of her heart!
The person in front of her, though exposed, still wore Li Tingyun's face and used Li Tingyun's voice. Even the way he raised his eyebrows was imitated perfectly. However, the hand that "he" used to stroke the Qing Shuang sword was slender, thin, white, and supple. It was clearly not a man's hand, much less the hand that Mei Shiyu was familiar with.
Seeing his natal weapon being caressed, turned over, and examined by such a pair of unfamiliar hands, and recalling how he himself had just been held in the arms of such an unknown stranger, whispering sweet nothings in his ear...
A surge of blood rushed to the top of his head; he was about to explode with rage!
Mei Shiyu didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to use magic to summon Qing Shuang and have a big fight! But he found that he could not only recall the sword, but he could not even release his spiritual power!