The river is surging and the water is turbulent.

From time to time, water flows rushed out, winding and twisting, as if trying to escape from the constraints, but in the end they were still pulled and fell back into the river.

The entire river exudes a gravitational force at all times, and it is difficult to escape whether it is water splash or water flow.

However, in Qiu Yan's perception, these water flows, splashes, and drops are not "water", but thoughts, memories, and emotions.

All kinds of imaginary phenomena appeared in the streams of water, including figures, houses, mountains, deep valleys, even rolling magma, deep abyss, life changes, and fortune and misfortune...

However, these scenes were imprisoned in the river, drifting with the flow, difficult to break free, and even their breath was blocked.

"Wangchuan, Wangchuan...so that's it."

In a moment of thought, the god's original deity was around the water flow and heading towards the edge of the river. At this time, he was in the air below the river, about to circle the other side of the river.

This Forgetful River, when you stand in the underworld, looks wide and long. When you come to the front, you will feel even more insignificant when you listen to the surging river water. Even gods are no exception.

When you fly here, the aura of the underworld becomes more and more intense. When you walk around the edge and reach the surface of the river, you can see stone platforms floating on the river. From a distance, it looks like city walls and levels.

There are long stairs on the edge of each stone platform, which extend into the depths of the sky, and are filled with ghosts, appearance, expression, physique, and clothing, each with different appearances, one next to the other.

At the front of the team, those ghosts who stepped onto the stone platform will be comforted, comforted, scolded, or even taken down directly by a long-haired woman.

At first glance, there were stone platforms, rows of checkpoints on the river one after another. There was a woman on each platform with long hair covering her face. Her appearance and temperament were exactly the same, just like a person.

There was a table beside them, and there was an empty bowl on the table. After each ghost who came to the stone platform was comforted or forced to take it, the woman would pick up the bowl and put it to the ghost's mouth.

The next moment, thoughts and memories flow out of the ghost's orifices and pour into the bowl. Some are filled with a lot and almost overflowing, while others are very few, and can only cover the bottom of the bowl.

Then, the long-haired woman raised her hand and threw it out, spilling it out no matter how much water or less water in the bowl.

The water transformed by memories and thoughts will fall into the Forgetful River.

"Mengpo and Mengpo soup are a little different from the legend."

As he thought about it, the god's eyes turned, and his eyes swept across the ghosts that had just flowed out of their memories.

As memories, emotions, and thoughts leave, the ghost looks like faded ink paintings, its appearance, shape, expression, and clothes disappear and turns into blank phantoms. It rises flutteringly and goes upwards until the depths of the underworld sky, where even the gods cannot see it.

"This river has swallowed up many memories, complexity and hugeness from ancient times to the present. It may record the evolution of life and the history of the world!"

Seeing the scene of the thoughts and memories turning into the river, Qiu Yan felt a historical artistic conception from the river, which was majestic and ancient, but also had a strong aura like an abyss, which made him instinctively afraid.

"The memory in the river is too complicated and the thoughts are chaotic, but the total amount is amazing. If you can absorb the entire river, you don't know what realm you can reach. It's just that the gods themselves are almost a collection of thoughts. This absorption is afraid that before you have time to merge the thoughts in the river, you will be broken down by the impact, turning into a stream of water, blending into it, and sinking for generations."

Shaking his head, the god's original realization that there must be a mystery hidden in the Forgetful River, but with his strength, it is not enough to explore.

"It's useless to think too much, so let's go to the underworld first."

When Qiu Yan thought of this, the god's original gaze immediately withdrew his gaze. At this time, he had already reached the other side of the Forgetful River, which was the sky of the underworld.

Slightly identifying and feeling the fluctuations of the surrounding thoughts and divine power, the god's original movement suddenly moved and headed towards the middle line of the river.

The location of this underworld was recorded on the King of Hell that day. The gods knew where they were. When they flew, they soon arrived in the river. The divine eyes swept and noticed the gap in the river that meandered with the river.

It is said to be a gap, but it is also compared to the huge Wangchuan River. In terms of width alone, this gap is at least wider than a three-in-one yard.

Then, the divine body turned into light and fell into the gap.

Immediately afterwards, a sticky and netherworld aura came to her face, giving Qiu Yan the feeling that it was falling into the water. The word "pressure" came from all directions, and it was difficult to move forward.

Suddenly, his thoughts moved, and his entire divine body was wrapped in external forces, shaking and turning into an idea, and then fell into a strange place.

"Um?"

Qiu Yan was about to think, but suddenly shone in his consciousness and a majestic temple appeared in front of him.

This temple is vague, but it gives people a sense of magnificence, exuding a wave of majesty, causing the thought transformed by the gods to disintegrate.

A flash of inspiration, he restrained the aura of the Kitchen God and released the aura of the mountain god and He Bo, and the collapse momentum was immediately terminated.

In a trance, the deity vaguely saw a huge figure in the palace, blurry and majestic, as if it was integrated with the surrounding rules, and the breath released was even depressed even if it was a god.

A name suddenly popped out of my heart—

King of Equality!

"This is the palace of one of the ten kings of hell, the King of Equality!"

The records of myths in books and allusions flowed through his heart, which surprised Qiu Yan, and then nearly a thousand familiar breaths floated over.

"These are the lonely souls that I have pulled into the underworld in the water palace!"

In the water palace of the Daxue River, the gods were led by the mountain god and Hebo's Dharma Realm to all the lonely souls who died on Jiuling Mountain and in the Daxue River and entered the Yin-Yang Road. However, because they were the legal positions of the mountain god and Hebo, those souls did not enter the underworld Dharma Realm, but came to the underworld and came to the command of the King of Equity.

At this time, a majestic voice came over, thunderously thunderously—

"Since you are a new god, you can leave a thought, hold a tablet, and open a passage in this Equality Hall, so that you can also spread thoughts and attract people in the future and send souls to reincarnate."

Along with the majestic voice, there was a series of messages, and the thoughts transformed by the deity of the gods absorbed it. Qiu Yan suddenly had a lot of knowledge in his heart and understood the meaning of the words.

"So that's the case, every god must leave a thought of a Dharma domain here, transform it into a token, and hang it by the door of the hall. Whenever the King of Hell or the judge judge judges the souls entering the underworld, those who cannot enter the samsara and do not enter the eighteen levels of hell will contact each other according to the breath and gather under the tokens of the corresponding gods, waiting for the divine thoughts to penetrate the token and lead it away, and also save the gods who come here in person every time."

After figuring this out, Qiu Yan pondered for a moment.

"The Kitchen God is the foundation, but the Mountain God and He Bo are just borrowing it temporarily, so you might as well give it a try."

Thinking of this, in the talisman of the gods, a trace of the magical domain belonging to Jiuling Mountain was divided into two parts, combined with divine power, broke through the body, condensed into a token in the air, flew to the edge of the hall gate, and hung in one place.

Then, Qiu Yan's consciousness shook, and the god's original deity turned from a thought into a divine body and fell down.

As soon as the fall, the surrounding scene suddenly became clear-

In front is a magnificent and tall hall, but the door is closed, and rows of tokens are hung on both sides of the door. The shapes are exactly the same, but they exudes different auras. Some are strong in momentum, while others are weak in momentum. The part that belongs to the gods is located on the side.

Around it is a huge square, empty and vast, and there is no end at first sight. There are pictures on the ground of the square, as if telling a story.

Just as the gods were looking around, a gentle man dressed in a slight official came over.

The little official first bowed to the god's original deity, then pointed to the group of souls next to him, and said, "Since this god, since you are here, please bring back all the souls of your believers."

As he said that, he raised his hand, and the yin energy in his hand surged, turning into a booklet that was half a person's size.

"I just want to tell you that there are 2,973 souls in this batch, two of which have been registered in the book for a long time. They are still two lifetimes away. They have been knocked down. There are still eighteen people, each with their sins, and they have been taken down and taken to hell to atone for their sins. Now there are 2,953 souls here."

The little official stretched out his tongue and licked his fingers, flipping through the pages of the book, and reported numbers in his mouth. As soon as he finished speaking, a group of words flew out of the book, which were listed in front of the gods, and detailed the lives of the 2,973 souls and the judge's criticism.

This content was included in the knowledge I just received, so Qiu Yan was not surprised. The god's original gift replied, swept his divine thoughts, and remembered the list in his heart. Then he swung his big sleeves and put the group of souls into his sleeves. Then his divine body turned into light, rushed forward, and integrated into a token beside the door.

The next moment, the light and shadow changed. When Qiu Yan came back to his senses, he had already returned to the Forgetful River. Looking at the rolling river water, everything just now felt like a dream.

"Dream...Dream...As soon as I entered the gap, my divine body turned into a thought, as if it had become a thought of someone else..."

The more I thought about it and the more I recalled it, the more I felt a chilling feeling. My eyes swept across the surging river again, and the gods shook their heads.

"This idea is too bizarre. A god came to a place, was imprisoned, and turned into an unknown existence. It's too incredible."

After suppressing his thoughts, the gods no longer nostalgic, and his body shook and fell toward him.

This fall was slightly faster than when I came, but it took me half a day to return to the underworld Dharma Realm.

Once he returned to the Dharma Realm, the gods came directly to the center of the yard. With a change of mind, he let go of his breath. The Dharma Realm of the Sun Yat-sen God and He Bo spread out, and was combined with the Dharma Realm of the Underworld.

His attic is originally located in the mountain peak. Now the mountain god and the Hebo Dharma Realm spread, covering the mountain valleys and the mountain body changes violently, extending on the edges, and water marks appear on the edges, gradually turning into rivers. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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