Chapter 298 Wangchuan River

Yang Ping'an groped around in this world for a while, and through careful searching, he finally came to the source of all light.

This is a small river that seems to divide the entire world into two halves. The river water emits a faint blue light, which looks extremely strange.

Even the weirdness in the sky seemed to be very afraid of the river and did not dare to cross the line.

There is a small bridge on the river, which looks very quaint. There is a stone tablet on the bridge with the three words "Naihe Bridge" written on it.

Yang Pingan was shocked. If there really was a Naihe Bridge, wouldn't that mean this was hell? But there didn't seem to be any hell in the Douluo World.

Legend has it that once you cross the Naihe Bridge, you will forget everything, die completely, and even cut off all connections with the world.

Especially after entering this world, Yang Pingan felt that his soul power was completely unusable, and now he seemed like just an ordinary person.

Whether it was the river or the bridge, Yang Ping'an felt extremely dangerous, as if it was some kind of taboo.

Finally, Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth and searched carefully by the river. Sure enough, he found another stone tablet with the words "Forgetful River" written on it.

Even though Yang Ping'an felt a little frightened, he still gradually approached the Wangchuan River. The surface of the river was very calm, but Yang Ping'an felt that the water in this river was definitely not simple. It was probably the most poisonous poison in the world.

At this moment, a voice came to Yang Ping'an's ears: "The examinee must stay in the Wangchuan River for 9981 days and cannot quit during the test. Confirm whether to start the test."

Yang Ping'an looked around and did not see the Weird King, nor did he sense any other aura. In the end, he gritted his teeth and stepped into the Forgetful River.

As soon as I entered the Forgotten River, I felt the water was icy cold. It did not have any corrosive effect and looked like ordinary water.

Yang Pingan was also a little surprised: "Since the Weird King said that this level of assessment is the most difficult and the most dangerous, how come I don't feel anything unusual?"

At this moment, the black monsters all over the sky seemed to be stimulated by something. They were no longer afraid of the Forgetful River and all began to rush towards Yang Pingan.

Before Yang Ping'an was ready to resist, all the weirdness began to gradually merge into Yang Ping'an's body, especially the water from the Forgetful River, which gradually seeped into his body along the original wounds.

Just when Yang Ping'an was feeling strange, it seemed as if another memory merged into his body. Among them was a normal middle-aged man who seemed to have been wrongly beaten to death. He was filled with resentment in his heart, so he turned into a strange creature and wandered around in this world.

Before Yang Ping'an could think about where this memory came from, another memory began to merge into his mind. It seemed that it was an ordinary soul master who fought for his family for half his life and wanted to revive the family, but was eventually killed and his family was destroyed. He was also full of resentment and turned into a weird person.

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As more and more memories poured into Yang Ping'an's mind, he seemed to be about to explode, especially the strangeness that was still flowing into his body through the wounds. Even the originally calm water of the Forgetful River was like poison at this moment, which could at least purify one's mind and cleanse one's memory.

But this very water of the Forgetful River was like a poison to Yang Ping'an at this moment. Certain memories kept appearing in his mind, but they disappeared just as quickly. His entire soul seemed to be washed back and forth, as if it was about to lose control at any time.

Even Yang Ping'an began to doubt himself. Which one was the real him and which one was the memory that flowed into his body?

I don't know how much time had passed, but all the weirdness in the world seemed to have disappeared, and all of it had poured into Yang Ping'an's body. It seemed that there were countless memories in his body, which were quickly deleted, leaving only faint memories in his mind.

The originally calm Wangchuan River was now like a huge wave, gradually submerging Yang Pingan's entire body.

Especially as the water of the Forgotten River flowed into his body, it seemed to gradually penetrate into every drop of blood, every bone, even every piece of marrow, and every bit of soul.

As time went by, the expression on Yang Ping'an's face kept changing, sometimes happy, sometimes joyful, sometimes painful, and even sometimes desperate, and there seemed to be no end to all this.

When the water of the Wangchuan River gradually calmed down, there seemed to be no expression on Yang Ping'an's face. He stood in the Wangchuan River like a sculpture without any thoughts, as if he had become numb after experiencing too many emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Pingan became extremely confused and even began to ask himself: "Who am I? Why am I here? Why do I have so many memories?"

At this moment, it seemed that a deep memory came into Yang Pingan's mind. It was a bustling world, a world where everyone was peaceful and equal, a world full of laughter, there was no oppression, no emperor, no nobles and slaves, only ordinary people, which seemed to be incompatible with all the memories. And in Yang Pingan's originally dull eyes, a ray of light gradually appeared at this moment: I remembered that I came from Blue Star, I am a real Blue Star person, and now I have just come to Douluo World. In this world, I am the only one who has this memory, and I am the only one who carries the burden alone.

As the memories of the past life became more and more clear, I gradually began to remember everything in this life, including hatred, love, and even pain and fear.

When Yang Ping'an fully recovered, he gradually walked out of the Forgetful River. The whole world seemed extremely peaceful. All the weirdness that had been integrated into his body, and even all his memories, were now washed away by the Forgetful River. They turned into faint blue light, flickering on the surface of the river, forming bursts of starlight.

Yang Tianan waved at the stars and said, "Thank you for letting me know your pain and the pain of this world. Perhaps this is the real purpose of my coming to this world. Perhaps I should take a different path, for myself and for everyone."

At this moment, it seemed that all souls were comforted, and the starlight gradually began to fade away. For those deceased souls, this moment seemed to be a real relief, and the whole world was as bright as day.

Yang Ping'an closed his eyes and felt the changes in the whole world, felt the peace of mind of the dead, and felt the true meaning of the existence of this world.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the underground palace.

Yang Pingan calmly said to the Weird King: "Lord Death, is there really an underworld in this world? Is there really a hell in this world?"

The Weird King said calmly: "What difference does it make whether there is or not? All living things have a life and a death, no matter if they are human, soul beast, or even god, one day they will return to heaven and earth, one day they will rest in peace."

Yang Pingan showed a hint of ferocity on his face: "This is unfair. Why do some people have to endure pain all their lives, while others are superior to others all their lives, and some people can even always be above all others? Is there no karma in this world?"

"Hahahaha!"

Facing Yang Ping'an, the Weird King just laughed wildly. It was unknown how long he laughed before he continued, "Fairness, what is fair? Everyone has life and death. This is the real fairness. No matter if they are kind or evil, strong or weak, they will die in time. This is the only fairness."

Yang Pingan roared: "That means that there is no need to bear the consequences for committing crimes, and kindness may not necessarily lead to a good ending. How can this be considered fair?"

As Yang Ping'an finished speaking, the entire underground palace fell into silence. Both Yang Ping'an and the Weird King were looking at each other all the time, as if they had no emotions at all.

After an unknown amount of time, the Weird King spoke calmly, "You may be right, but this world needs order, and the strong make the order. Right now, you are just an ant, and ants have no say. If you really want an ideal order, then become stronger, until you are so powerful that no one can stop you, and then you will have the final say on all practical matters."

Yang Pingan looked at his hands, and finally bowed to the Weird King: "Thank you, Lord Death, for your reminder. I will work hard to become stronger and create my most ideal rules and order for the world."

The Weird King nodded and said, "Yes, you have a very good understanding. It seems that you have begun to understand the rules of this world. I thought you would not be able to walk out of the Forgotten River alive, but it seems that you succeeded and greatly exceeded the assessment goal. I hope you will continue to work hard."

Then, a voice came again in Yang Ping'an's mind: "Yang Ping'an, the third test of the nine tests of the God of Death is completed, and the reward is 15% affinity with the God of Death, and the total affinity is 45%."

Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of something and carefully observed the changes in his body. At this moment, Yang Ping'an felt that his body was extremely comfortable. His soul power seemed to have reached the peak of level ninety-seven, and his mental power was estimated to have reached the Extreme Douluo level, or even higher.

Especially when Yang Ping'an summoned his original martial soul, his entire body was no longer the original golden color. His entire body seemed to have turned black, and even exuded bursts of black aura, which felt a bit similar to Ghost Douluo.

The voice of the Weird King came to my ears: "The water of the Forgotten River is not that simple. It can cleanse people's hearts and purify all things in the world. As long as people's minds are slightly wrong, they will be completely lost in it and eventually become part of the myriad of weird things."

"You are very lucky and your heart is very strong. After being washed by the water of the Wangchuan River, your mental strength has become unprecedentedly strong, even surpassing the ultimate Douluo in the world. Your soul power has also fundamentally changed under the influence of countless strange things and the water of the Wangchuan River. From now on, your strength is no longer soul power, and you are no longer even a human being."

Yang Pingan bowed and saluted: "Thank you, Lord Death, for your help."

At the same time, a voice came into Yang Ping'an's mind again: "The fourth of the nine tests of the God of Death. Pick up the sickle of death and obtain the sickle blade of death. The time is one month. Failure will lead to death."

As the voice fell, the strange king in the underground palace disappeared directly, even the hell flower disappeared, leaving only a huge black sickle lying there quietly.

Yang Ping'an was shocked again. Normally, if he wanted to obtain a divine weapon, shouldn't he take the seventh level of assessment? Why was the fourth level of assessment about obtaining a divine weapon?
The Weird King seemed to understand Yang Ping'an's thoughts. A voice came from the space: "The Scythe of Death is not the only weapon of the God of Death. You need to use the Scythe of Death to complete the following assessments, otherwise it will be meaningless." (End of this chapter)