The river is raging and the water is splashing.

From time to time, the water rushes out and meanders, as if trying to escape the restraints, but in the end it is still dragged and falls back into the river.

The whole river exudes a gravitational pull all the time, whether it is a splash or a current, it is difficult to escape.

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

In that stream of water, all kinds of virtual images faintly appeared, there were figures, houses, mountains, deep valleys, even rolling magma, deep abysses, life changes, and fortunes and misfortunes......

It's just that these scenes are all imprisoned in the river, drifting with the current, difficult to break free, and even the breath is blocked.

"Lethe, Lethe...... I see. ”

In the blink of an eye, the deity himself bypassed the current and headed towards the edge of the river, where he was now in the air below the bottom of the river, about to go around to the other side of the river.

This Lethe River, when viewed from the underworld, already seems wide and long, and when you come to it and listen to the surging water, it makes people feel even smaller, even if they are gods.

Flying here, the ghostly aura becomes more and more intense, and when the deity goes around the edge and reaches the river, you can see the stone platforms on the suspended river, which look like a city wall level from a distance.

On the edge of each stone platform was a long staircase that stretched deep into the sky, and on it stood ghosts, all different in appearance, demeanor, physique, and costume, one next to the other.

At the front of the line, those ghosts who step on the stone platform will be comforted, appeased, reprimanded, or even taken down directly by a long-haired woman.

At a glance, there are stone platform checkpoints, lined up on the river, and there is a woman on each platform with long hair covering her face. The appearance and temperament are exactly the same, just like one person.

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

The next moment, thoughts and memories flowed out of the ghost's seven orifices and poured into the bowl. Some are packed so much that they almost overflow, while others are so small that they only cover the bottom of the bowl.

Then, the long-haired woman raised her hand and shook it, no matter how much water there was in the bowl or how little water there was, she spilled it directly.

The water of memories and thoughts will fall into the Lethe River.

"Meng Po and Meng Po soup are a little different from the legend. ”

Thinking about it, the deity of the god turned his gaze. His gaze swept over the ghosts whose memories had just flowed out.

With the departure of memories, emotions, and thoughts, the ghost is like a faded ink painting, and its shape, shape, demeanor, and clothes all disappear, turning into a blank shadow. It rises flutteringly, all the way to the depths of the underworld sky, where even the gods can't see.

"The river. From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many memories have been swallowed, complicated and huge. Maybe it records the evolution of life and the history of the world!"

Seeing the scene of the memory of his thoughts turning into water into the river, Qiu Yan felt a kind of historical artistic conception from the river, majestic and ancient, but there was also a rich aura like an abyss, which made him instinctively afraid.

"The memories in the river are too mixed, the thoughts are confused, but the total amount is amazing, if you can absorb the entire river, I don't know what kind of realm you can reach, but the gods themselves are almost a collection of thoughts, this absorption, I am afraid that before I have time to merge the thoughts in the river, I will be shattered by the impact, turned into a stream, integrated into it, and sank forever. ”

Shaking his head, the god himself realized that there must be a secret hidden in this Lechuan River, but with his strength, it was not enough to explore.

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

As soon as Qiu Yan thought of this, the god deity immediately withdrew his gaze, and at this time, he had already reached the other side of the Lechuan River, and above it was the underworld firmament.

Slightly recognized, feeling the fluctuations of the surrounding thoughts and divine power, the deity of the god moved suddenly, heading towards the middle line of the river.

The location of this underworld was recorded in the Hades decree that day, and the gods themselves knew where they were.

It is said to be a gap, but it is also relative to the huge Lechuan River, and in terms of width alone, this gap is at least wider than a three-entry courtyard.

Then, the god's body turned into light and fell into the gap.

Immediately afterwards, a viscous netherworld aura came to his face, giving Qiu Yan the feeling as if he had fallen into the water, and 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 an external force, vibrating and turning into a thought, and then fell into a strange place.

"Huh?"

Qiu Yan just thought about it, and his consciousness suddenly shone brightly, and a majestic treasure hall appeared in front of him.

This treasure hall is vague, but it gives people a sense of magnificence, exuding bursts of majesty, and the idea that the god himself has transformed has a faint tendency to collapse.

With a flash of inspiration, he restrained the breath of the Stove God, released the breath of the Mountain God and Hebo, and the collapse suddenly stopped.

In a trance, the deity vaguely saw a huge figure on the palace, vague and majestic, as if it was integrated with the surrounding rules, and the breath released was depressing, even the gods felt depressed.

A name, popping out of my heart -

Equality King!

"This is the palace of one of the ten halls of Hades, the king of equality!"

The records of myths in books and allusions flowed through his heart, which made Qiu Yan couldn't help but be surprised, and then nearly a thousand familiar breaths wafted over.

"These are the lonely souls I dragged to the underworld in the Water Palace!"

In the water palace of the Great Snow River, with the help of the law domain of the mountain god and Hebo, the lonely souls who died on the Jiuling Mountain and the Daxue River were dragged over and entered the Yin and Yang Road, but because it was the legal duty of the mountain god and Hebo, so under the involvement, those souls did not go straight to the realm of the underworld, but came to this underworld and came under the command of the King of Equality.

At this time, a majestic voice came, booming like thunder—

"As a new deity, you can leave a wisp of thought, entrust the tablet, and open up a passage in this hall of equality, so that you can spread your thoughts and attract people in the future, and send the soul to reincarnation. ”

Along with the majestic voice, there was also a series of information, which was absorbed by the mind of the god deity, and Qiu Yan's heart suddenly had a lot of knowledge and understood the meaning of the words.

"I see, every god must leave a legal thought here, turn it into a token, and hang it by the door of the temple, whenever the king of Hades or the judge judges the soul of the underworld, those who cannot stand into reincarnation and do not sin to enter the eighteen layers of hell, will follow the breath contact, gather under the token of the corresponding god, wait for the divine thought to penetrate the token, and lead it away, and the god of the province will come in person every time. ”

After figuring this out, Qiu Yan groaned.

"The god of the stove is fundamental, but the mountain god and the river are only temporarily borrowed, so you might as well give it a try. ”

Thinking of this, in the talisman seal of the god deity, the part of the law that belonged to Jiuling Mountain separated a trace, combined with divine power, broke out of the body, condensed into a token in the air, flew to the side of the temple gate, and hung in one place.

Then, Qiu Yan's consciousness shook, and the divine spirit deity re-transformed into a divine body from a thought and fell.

At this fall, the surrounding scene suddenly became clear-

In front of it is a magnificent and tall hall, but the door of the hall is closed, on both sides of the door, there are rows of tokens hanging, the appearance and style are exactly the same, but they exude different breaths, some are strong, some are weak, and the one that belongs to the gods is located on the side.

All around, there is a huge square, empty and vast, and there is no end in sight, and there are pictures carved on the ground of the square, as if telling a story.

Just as the deity looked around, an elegant man dressed as a small official walked over.

The little official first arched his hand towards the deity itself, then pointed to the group of souls next to him, and said, "This deity, since you are here, bring back all the souls of your believers." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the yin qi in his hand surged, turning into a booklet that was half a person.

"I just want to explain to you that this batch of souls has a total of two thousand nine hundred and seventy-three, two of which have long been registered, and they will be the turn of the third beast Dao, and there are still two lives left, and they have been beaten down, and there are still eighteen people left, each with their own sins, and they have all been taken down and sent to hell to atone for their sins, and now the souls here are two thousand nine hundred and fifty-three. ”

The little official stretched out his tongue and licked his fingers, while turning the pages of the book, and the numbers in his mouth, as soon as he finished speaking, a group of words flew out of the book, and in front of the gods and goddesses, they made a list, detailing the life deeds of the two thousand nine hundred and seventy-three souls, and the words of criticism from the judge.

The knowledge he received just now included this content, so Qiu Yan was not surprised, the god spirit himself returned a salute, swept his thoughts, remembered the list in his heart, and then flicked his sleeves, put the group of souls into his sleeves, and then the divine body turned into light, rushed forward, and merged into a token by the door.

The next moment, the light and shadow changed, and when Qiu Yan came back to his senses, he had already returned to the Lechuan River, looking at the rolling river, everything just now, there was a feeling of a dream.

"Dreamland...... Dreamland...... As soon as I entered the crack, my divine body turned into a thought, as if it had become a wisp of someone else's thought......"

The more he thought about it and recalled, the more Qiu Yan felt a chill, his eyes swept over the turbulent river again, and the god himself shook his head.

"It's a strange idea, it's too bizarre to think of a god being in a place, imprisoned, and becoming an unknown being. ”

Suppressing the thought in his heart, the god deity no longer lingers, and his body shook and fell down.

This fall was a little faster than when it came, but it also took more than half a day to return to the Underworld Domain.

As soon as he returned to the law domain, the god spirit deity came directly to the center of the courtyard, and with a turn of thought, he let go of the breath on his body, and the law domain of the mountain god and Hebo in the divine body spread, combining with the law domain of the underworld.

This loft of his, which was originally located in the middle of the mountain peak, now spreads out to the mountain god and the river domain, and suddenly covers the mountain peaks and valleys, and the mountain changes violently, the edge extends, and water traces emerge on the side of the mountain, gradually turning into a river. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the reward of the book friend "Sword in White"!