When Qing Yuan and the transmigration companion began setting up the formation, the Corpse Bone River suddenly surged, with murky and dark airflows tumbling like a hurricane, swirling and rotating. Waves of bone-piercing pain came, and I almost collapsed to the ground again, truly becoming less and less able to endure such torment.
Suddenly, a swirling black hole broke open beneath my feet. Looking down, my foot was slowly sinking, and before I could let out a earth-shattering scream, I had already fallen inside, with fierce winds roaring in my ears, preventing me from even opening my eyes.
With great difficulty, I felt light appearing before me, and upon slightly opening my eyes, I saw a lush and verdant scene.
Although transmigration and rebirth are essentially similar, both involving returning to the past, when one is the protagonist, seeing the suddenly transformed scenery feels extraordinarily magical.
I calmly stood with hands behind my back, murmuring: “I have transmigrated.” After a moment, I remembered Mu Chen, looking around but seeing no one. I chose a direction and hurriedly walked through the forest calling him, yet still receiving no response.
“The Ghost King is on parade, all ghosts retreat, blocking the divine punishment.”
The resonant voice seemed both distant and right beside my ear. I considered searching but then remembered the Ghost King was neither Mu Chen nor Mu Yin. Standing here with an immortal body, I was essentially waiting to die. I hurriedly transformed into a mortal form and ran to the side.
After finally leaving the forest, I encountered another unfamiliar scene, wandering aimlessly until I reached a marketplace. The lively atmosphere was filled with ghosts returning home.
I wasn’t sure what was being celebrated, but red silk hung on both sides of the street, softening the Ghost Realm’s gloomy atmosphere and giving a festive feeling similar to a human New Year celebration.
I sat in a tea house, ordered a cup of tea, thinking about how to find Mu Chen.
Whether due to lack of other seating or something else, shortly after sitting down, two people joined my table, greeting me before sitting.
Seeing them chatting happily, I leaned forward and asked: “Excuse me, with the Ghost Realm decorated so festively, is there some joyous event?”
