Chapter 1402: Chapter 873: This Is Not the Place for You to Come Chapter 1402: Chapter 873: This Is Not the Place for You to Come On the narrow path, figures loomed, with no end in sight.

It was truly the kind of endlessness in the literal sense.

Three Quasi-Immortal Emperors, not to mention the finest among them, with peerless strength that transcends the ancient and modern times, but even with a far-reaching gaze, the fog ahead that confounded perception remained impenetrable, and the visible scenery was very limited.

Even Divine Sense could not probe it, being blocked by an invisible demonic barrier.

This situation was just like the one before the Gate of the Ghost.

The ghastly chill and the black fog were cut off by a colossal object at the horizon’s end, and no matter how tumultuous the fog, it could not penetrate.

Compared to that black fog region, this place was very peaceful.

Apart from the sparse mist being blown over by unknown, chaotic winds, creating a somewhat hazy appearance, one could not even feel the originally intense, bone-piercing howling wind here, having been isolated by some sort of invisible barrier.

In this still place, all was silent.

If one ignored the dense figures on the path, this place might even be considered a Secret Realm worth exploring.

But that was obviously not possible.

Ye Fan and the others suddenly furrowed their brows, not because of the scene before them; they had seen everything on their journey, being legendary beings themselves.

The reason for their frowning.

Was that the figures walking on the path seemed a bit off.

All of them looked as if they were sleepwalking, with an insensate, dull appearance, seemingly moving forward unconsciously, not knowing the starting point, nor the destination.

One or two might be okay.

But when everyone was like this, that was not normal.

The Empress’s gaze shifted, sweeping over these insensate figures.

The aura emanating from these people was not one of vitality, but a deep deathly presence, as if life had been drained away.

The trio only then realized retrospectively.

These figures looked full of flesh and blood, but in fact, there was no flesh at all, and they were purely souls; it was due to this place that they appeared to have flesh and blood bodies.

Honestly, if it wasn’t for their Quasi-Immortal Emperor Level Divine Sense probing, based solely on observation with the naked eye, it would be difficult to tell, for these Primordial Spirits bore almost no resemblance to the soul states they had seen before.

Wushi also looked grave.

He attempted to probe the souls of these figures with his Divine Sense but was surprised to discover that these souls were bound by a mysterious force, unable to interact with the outside world, and even he could not break through. He dared not force it, fearing what might be provoked.

However, it was also this mysterious force that allowed these souls to be maintained and preserved so completely.

One should know that most of these souls originated from mortals.

Ordinary folks naturally could not compare to Cultivators.

Cultivators, even after death, if they had reached a certain Realm, their Primordial Spirit could remain in the Mortal World for a while.

However, they would wander aimlessly, partially conscious, remembering only the most important things.

As for the souls of ordinary people, they would disperse instantly.

Without a Flesh and Blood body, the souls of ordinary folks could not even withstand a slight breeze, scattering in moments, and as for the sun, it would burn them completely clean without a trace left at the slightest exposure.

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At the entrance of this endless path, Ye Fan and the others discovered a Stele.

The Stele appeared ancient, weathered, and covered with dense moss, but it was not the usual green moss, rather it was deep red like blood, a thick layer, harder than metal, which produced sounds like steel when touched by hand, and would emit sparks when struck with an iron tool.

The Stele itself was not very big, about half a person tall, obscured by overgrown weeds. If Ye Fan had not ventured a little deeper, it might have been missed.

Clearing away the blood-colored moss from the Stele, three equally crimson characters immediately caught the eyes of Ye Fan and the others.

Like crawling insects.

Curling and twisting.

But Ye Fan recognized the three characters on the Stele at first glance.

Because those characters, resembling crawling insects, were of the Small Seal script from before the Qin unified the six states, which had been popular for a time during the Qin dynasty as a certain upgrade from Bone Script.

Yet with all changes, the essence remains; by stripping away the winding shapes, they were easily identifiable.

Only…

Why did the text on the Stele relate to his home planet, Earth?!

Ye Fan’s brows were tightly knitted, his eyes deep like obsidian stones, flickering with a hidden glow, his gaze focused on the Stele, completely perplexed.

Netherworld Road could be disregarded; after all, the Gate of the Ghost had been seen, so the presence of other familiar names wouldn’t seem so strange.

But although the Gate of the Ghost sounded familiar, it was still written in the script of this world.

The three characters of Netherworld Road, however, truly startled Ye Fan.

Out of the blue, it used the ancient script of Earth…

It certainly couldn’t be from random happenstance, nor could it be such a coincidence.

Moreover, The Master of Liu Village… Where on Earth did he acquire such a sinister relic to plant in his own village.

Ye Fan fell into deep thought.

Whether it was the Gate of the Ghost or the Netherworld Road, those who don’t know might not see the connection, but anyone familiar with these two places would know their link without even thinking…