Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4397  The Other Side

Three days later, Ling Han successfully broke through to Eighth Change.

”Eighth Change, and Iʼm closer to the Minor Advanced Tier.” Ling Han broke into a grin. ”As expected, a horse cannot grow fat without night grass. To rapidly improve my cultivation level, I still have to enter into this kind of Mystery Realm.”

Ordinarily, it would take him at least four to five years to advance into Eighth Change, but now? It had only been a few days.

”However, the dangers of this canyon are beyond my imagination.”

Ling Han murmured. Previously, though he had been in a state of seclusion, there was still a sliver of divine sense circulating, and he had ”seen” the scene of Feng Miaoling passing through the canyon.

”A rain of swords will fall from the sky, and the slightest carelessness would mean eternal damnation!”

He didnʼt move at the first instant. Firstly, he had to be careful, and it was possible that Feng Miaoling would be guarding against him on the other side. Secondly, he also had to stabilize his cultivation level.

Another two days later, Ling Han finally stood up.

”Letʼs give it a try.”

He walked into the canyon, and instantly, a golden sword suddenly flew out of the originally peaceful canyon, shooting madly towards him.

Ling Han activated his movement technique, dodging with all his might.

He couldnʼt charge forward in a single breath. This was because the entire canyon was raining swords. If he rashly charged forward, he would only lose his life.

His spirit was maintained in a state of high-speed reaction, while his mind was clear. Any slightest change was within his grasp.

In a short while, he had already passed through one third of the canyon.

ʼSoon.ʼ

However, his expression remained unchanged as he continued to walk forward.

Xiu, xiu, xiu! Sword Rays slashed down.

He was already halfway there.

Cold sweat appeared on Ling Hanʼs forehead. His brain was constantly in a state of high-speed, causing him to feel great pressure.

This tested his reaction speed too much. As long as he was the slightest bit careless, it was guaranteed that he would immediately die.

Two-thirds.

Ling Hanʼs eyes burned. Phoenix Wings Divine Flight was used, and his speed was not only fast, but also extraordinarily steady.

Xiu, Ling Han leaped again, and finally exited the canyon.

He turned around, and a strong feeling of relief rose up in his heart.

So close, he had finally passed.

Though it was not too long, only half an hour, he felt as if he had experienced a terrifying great battle, causing his whole body to be covered in sweat.

Ling Han sat down to recover.

Half a day later, he stood up and walked forwards.

Thankfully, Feng Miaoling was not guarding against him here. She probably thought that he had long since passed.

True, who would have thought that he would suddenly break through?

This journey took four days. From afar, Ling Han heard the turbulent sound of the great river.

Yi, was it that fierce woman that was fighting?

Ling Han instinctively thought that when Feng Miaoling battled, a large river would be reflected behind her, and the sound of the waves would roll out.

However, after walking for a while longer, he discovered that it was not Feng Miaoling, but was indeed a turbulent great river.

This river was extraordinarily long, and the end could not be seen from either direction, and its width was about 5km. With Ling Hanʼs vision, he could see the other side with a single glance.

But the problem was, he could not see what lay on the other side of the river at all. It was only a blur.

Strange.

Ling Han looked at the river water, and couldnʼt help but reveal a shocked expression.

That was because along with the roaring river waters, there were also multiple human faces. They were either malevolent, furious, or terrified, and there were all kinds of expressions.

They werenʼt corpses, but rather faces.

F***, what kind of river was this?

Ling Han didnʼt take the risk to cross the river. Instinctively, he thought that there was something very strange about this river.

Sigh, since Buddha Doga had sent him here, why couldnʼt he be a good person to the end and tell him more information?

Er… could this person be considered a good person?

He had killed countless people, and he had even tortured countless Saints to death. From this aspect, he was definitely not a good person. However, he had forced the Masters of the Yin River and the Blood Sea to retreat, and single-handedly blocked the invasion of the Yin souls. It could only be described as an extraordinary merit.

Merely this point was enough to erase all his previous crimes.

”I have benefited from his help, so I am not qualified to give a commentary.”

”This… Iʼll leave it for future generations to evaluate.”

Ling Han walked along the river, wanting to find out more.

After walking upstream for ten days, Ling Han came up empty-handed. Ling Han returned to the starting point, then headed downstream.

This time, it was only seven days, and he saw a stone tablet.

Stone tablet?

There were words on it, and Ling Han walked over to read them.

These were incredibly ancient characters, and had long since fallen out of use. Thankfully, Ling Han had deliberately learnt various ancient languages for the sake of ancient pill recipes. Thus, it was not too straining for him.

”The other shore.”

He read that this river was called ”Other Side”, and was also the final stage that Yin souls who wanted to return to the Living Realm had to pass.

After reaching the Other Side, his blood and flesh would regrow, and he would live a second life.

However, there were countless vengeful spirits in the river, and they would not be easily passed over. They would drag everything into the river, to become a part of the vengeful spirits.

At the very least, if a Saint fell into the river just like that, it was guaranteed that he would not be spared.

What was to be done?

”With the Immortality Leaf as raft, one can avoid being entwined by vengeful spirits, and use faith as motivation to urge the raft to cross the river.”

Ling Han followed the stone tabletʼs guidance, and soon found a towering tree. However, amidst the leaves that filled the skies, there were multiple hideous heads. Now, they were all staring at Ling Han, revealing baleful expressions.

It was like if if Ling Han were to leap up to pluck the leaves, these heads would gnaw at him.

That was indeed the case. There was a clear hint on the stone tablet. One definitely could not climb up the tree to pluck leaves, and could only wait for the leaves to fall on their own.

This tree leaf was very big, about three feet long, and about two feet wide. It was thick and fat, but to use it as a raft would always make people feel that it was unreliable.

All of a sudden, a beautiful song rang out, causing Ling Han to be overjoyed, his eyes intoxicated. This formed a powerful attraction, causing Ling Han to want to move in the direction of the sound.

And the source of this beautiful sound was this great tree.

Ling Hanʼs powerful willpower took effect. He forcefully stopped his raised foot, and when he raised his head, he saw that it was one of the hideous heads that was singing an incredibly beautiful and melodious song.

It was really dangerous.

Ling Han gritted his teeth. He couldnʼt leave and return when the leaves fell, because once the leaves fell onto the ground, they would immediately dissipate.

Thus, he needed a strong willpower.

How could it be so easy to live a second life? And this was still because Ling Han himself had a physical body, which lowered the difficulty level by at least tens of thousands of times. If his soul had walked this path, he would have long since died.

These heads had all kinds of enticing techniques. They would either attract by singing, or release murmurs that would cause oneʼs heart to throb wildly, stimulating the most primitive desires.

Ling Han sat down cross-legged, using his powerful willpower to suppress himself, ignoring all temptations or effects.

Weng, in the dimensions inside his body, the willpower of living beings all surged, turning into millions and millions of streaks of willpower. Though every single streak of will was extremely subtle, when they were combined, they gave Ling Han a strong support.

After about two days, a leaf quietly floated down.

Ling Han reached over and grabbed the leaf.

He could leave now, but he did not move.