Chapter 345 Naihe Bridge

Feng Xiaotian was silent for a while before he spoke: "Brother Yang, is your departure this time related to God?"

Yang Pingan did not deny it: "Actually, compared to Bibi Dong and the other three, you four are not that far away."

"At your current age, as long as you break through to the Titled Douluo, you will basically be the youngest Titled Douluo in the history of the spirit master world."

"Especially with your current martial souls and opportunities, as long as you work hard to cultivate, even if you can't reach level 100, level 99 shouldn't be a big problem. Especially since you, Brother Feng, are a rare innate full soul power plus a benign mutation martial soul. It is almost impossible to find an opponent among soul masters of the same level."

After hearing what Yang Ping'an said, everyone fell silent again.

Shui Bing'er seemed a little worried: "Ping An, will there be any danger when you go out this time?"

Yang Pingan couldn't help but laugh: "Bing'er, you don't have to worry about me. I've actually completed most of my assessment. There shouldn't be anything too dangerous next. It will just take a little more time at most."

"But Bing'er, you have to practice hard. One day in the future, many gods will appear on Douluo Continent. Douluo Continent will probably usher in a rare war of gods. By then, it will be so powerful that it will destroy the world."

Feng Xiaotian seemed to be stimulated, raised his glass and said to Yang Pingan: "Brother Yang, I really learn from your teaching. I will be in seclusion starting tomorrow, so I am afraid I will not be able to see you off."

Yang Pingan picked up his glass and clinked it with Feng Xiaotian's: "Brother Feng, your efforts are obvious to all, and your talent is also top-notch. I hope you can go further on the path of a soul master."

The other three also raised their glasses, and they all seemed to be full of fighting spirit, and their goals also seemed to become extremely clear.

After everyone left, Shui Bing'er seemed extremely attached to Yang Ping'an's arms. The path to becoming a god is absolutely extremely difficult, and Yang Ping'an needs to face it alone.

Shui Bing'er seemed very hesitant: "Ping An, when are you leaving?"

Yang Ping'an's eyes seemed a little dazed, but soon became extremely determined: "Bing'er, I will leave tomorrow. The date of my return is uncertain. Maybe I will be back in a year or two, or maybe it will take a long time. You have to be careful."

"If you really encounter danger, you should take your close ones to Poseidon Island. You are the next high priest of Poseidon. You will be absolutely safe there. Even gods cannot despise you."

Shui Bing'er seemed a little puzzled: "Are gods really that powerful? Is the process of becoming a god really that dangerous?"

Yang Pingan couldn't help but smile: "Silly girl, you don't have to worry about me. Becoming a god is not difficult for me. I am just a little worried about your safety, especially since it is hard to predict what will happen next."

"If you really encounter great danger and don't even have the chance to go to Sea God Island, then you can enter the core area of ​​the Far North. There is the legendary inheritance of the Ice God. Your martial spirit happens to be extremely compatible with the Ice God, so there may be a glimmer of hope."

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The next day, Yang Ping'an left the Elemental Academy alone, preparing to go to the Death Forest again.

However, when Yang Ping'an stepped into the Death Forest again, the entire Death Forest seemed to have changed again. The soul beasts inside seemed to become extremely violent, as if they had lost some kind of restraint, especially the Thundering Hell Vine, which seemed extremely crazy.

When Yang Ping'an stepped into the Death Palace again, the Weird King seemed to have been waiting for Yang Ping'an's return.

"Yang Ping'an, it seems that you are ready for the next test of the God of Death. You should have thought about the difficulty of the next test."

At this moment, Yang Ping'an felt that the strength of the Weird King was not as out of reach as before. In fact, it seemed that he was much weaker than the last time he saw him. He was not as high and mighty as a god at all.

Yang Pingan bowed slightly: "Thank you, Lord Death, for your help. I want to complete the next assessment as soon as possible. I want to become the new Death God as soon as possible."

The Weird King seemed very casual: "You should have come into contact with other gods, so you should know that the God of Death has died and can no longer give you any help. The next assessment will depend on your own strength."

Yang Ping'an's eyes were filled with determination: "Whether it is a human or a god, a soul master needs to practice on his own. Otherwise, even if he inherits a powerful god position, it will be meaningless and he will only be the weakest god in the world."

The Weird King showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "You are so perceptive. You are worthy of being the one I chose. Next, I will conduct the last three tests for you in succession. If you fail the test, you may not die, but it may be a hundred or a thousand times more painful than death."

As the Weird King waved his hand, the space seemed to change rapidly. Yang Ping'an followed the Weird King and seemed to have come to a mysterious world, which was the underworld where he completed the assessment of the Forgotten River.

However, compared to the past, the whole world seemed to have changed. There was no more weirdness in this world, not even a trace of living or dead people. The whole world was empty. When Yang Pingan came to the Wangchuan River again, he finally discovered the changes in the world. Originally, there was an unknown emptiness on the other side of the Wangchuan River. Now, a huge pagoda appeared on the other side of the river. It was the Tower of Death where he had practiced.

In order to truly touch the Tower of the Dead, one must cross the Forgetful River and walk across the Naihe Bridge. Yang Ping'an felt that this process seemed full of thrills and unknown terrors.

The Weird King appeared in front of Yang Pingan at this moment: "The Tower of Death is right across the street. As long as you can pick up the Tower of Death, you will pass the seventh level test."

"But this Naihe Bridge is one of the most dangerous places in the world. It will erase all your memories, and even all your soul and mental strength. If you get lost in it, you will stay in this world like a walking corpse for the rest of your life. Perhaps this is the greatest punishment in the world."

Yang Ping'an was shocked. He never thought that there would be such an assessment in the world. What was the significance of the assessment?

You have to know that in Yang Ping'an's impression, the test of God's inheritance is basically all about training soul masters, from the flesh to the suppression of the soul, and even to various parts of the body. Basically, the soul master's body is gradually transformed into a divine body, and finally he can accept the inheritance of the divine position and become a god.

But the test of the god of death seems to be completely different. There seems to be some big secret in it, or even some unknown possibility.

Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of a question: "Excuse me, Lord Death, I remember you once said that the Death Palace is in the Death Tower, so didn't I go to the other side of the Forgotten River just now?"

The Weird King smiled. "You are quite alert. I remember you humans have a saying that a mountain is not a mountain because you are inside it. You are in this small world, which is also the Tower of Death. What is the difference between being inside the tower and outside the tower?"

Yang Ping'an's face looked extremely ugly at the moment. He had indeed heard this sentence before, but it would be extremely difficult to comprehend it. He seemed to be trapped in a dead end. He was inside the tower, but also outside the tower. It seemed that he had entered a very strange circle.

Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth and walked towards the Naihe Bridge step by step.

Just as the Weird King said, when he entered the Naihe Bridge, after just one step, it seemed that some memories in his mind began to disappear. Especially as he took one step after another, more and more memories were lost. His mind was confused and empty, as if he had forgotten many things.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an seemed to be in great pain in his mind, as if he was facing an extremely difficult multiple-choice question. If he continued to move forward, he might forget everything. If he took a step back, he seemed to be able to remember things, but it would be like a bottomless abyss.

"My name is Yang Ping'an. I come from Blue Star. This is Douluo Continent. My father is Yu Xiaohui and my mother is Yang Yulan. I have fought for revenge for countless years and now I have finally achieved my revenge."

When Yang Ping'an took the last step over the Naihe Bridge, he tried his best to remember everything in his life, but the whole sky seemed to be spinning suddenly, and countless memories seemed to flood into his mind. When Yang Ping'an opened his eyes again, he was back to the moment before he stepped into the Naihe Bridge.

Yang Ping'an looked around, especially at the Tower of Death, as if he remembered that he came here to complete the assessment of the God of Death, and the Tower of Death across the river was the target of this assessment.

Thinking of this, Yang Ping'an once again stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, and his memory began to be lost again. When his memory was completely lost, Yang Ping'an tried his best to remember his past and present lives, and he seemed to have returned to the Naihe Bridge in an instant.

He stepped onto the Naihe Bridge again and again, and returned to the Naihe Bridge again and again. His entire memory seemed to be deleted and restored again and again, as if he was caught in a strange cycle.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ping'an suddenly became extremely terrified, as if he had fallen into a vicious circle, and even seemed to be lost without realizing it. The entire underworld was like an extremely huge cage, a cage that seemed to repeat infinitely, and Yang Ping'an was just an ordinary member of the cage.

When Yang Ping'an was about to step onto the Naihe Bridge again, he seemed a little hesitant at this moment.

"I seem to have walked across this Naihe Bridge before, and I seem to have taken this step before, but why do I feel like I'm back to square one?"

"Who am I and why am I here?"

"What the hell is this place and who am I?"

"Why did I say again? Have I been here before?"

……

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Pingan regained all his memories. However, he seemed extremely panicked and bewildered at this moment. He even felt extremely frightened. The Naihe Bridge in front of him was like an unknown giant beast, which seemed to be gradually devouring him.

This is not about devouring Yang Ping'an's soul power, nor is it about devouring Yang Ping'an's memories, nor is it about devouring Yang Ping'an's body. Instead, it seems like a cycle that can never be escaped.

The strange king in the sky seemed to be staring at Yang Pingan, and couldn't help muttering: "The test of the god of death is not that simple, and the power of the god of death is not that easy to master. I hope you can come out, otherwise you will stay here forever. This is not just a simple scary word." (End of this chapter)