Chapter 29

The River Styx was not a flowing river, but rather solidified sighs of the dead. The moment Little Nianyao’s boot touched the dark red riverbed, millions of faces in agonizing screeches surfaced from beneath her feet. These eternally imprisoned souls formed a bizarre floating bridge, with every face having pupils reflecting the Star Lock Core beating in her chest. "Walk over their pupils..." Ao Li’s dragon soul whispered within the Canglan Bead. The frost condensed on the surface of the bead was being eroded by the resentment of the River Styx. "These are the failed products of the First Generation Palace Master's reincarnation experiments." The maiden's Buddha-Demon Wings withered in the netherworld's chilling wind, the black and gold feathers being devoured by souls the moment they fell onto the riverbed. As she stepped onto the seven-hundredth face, the corners of that face's mouth suddenly tore all the way to the ears: "Watch out... the Nether Lord is reclaiming..." The hoarse warning was swallowed by surging magma, and the entire River Styx suddenly boiled!