Chapter 776: It's Only a Dream?

That was why he could only open the Six Paths of Reincarnation step by step.

"Well, in that case..." A bright gray flame descended from above Ding Hao's head, enveloping that Spirit of the Dead and disappearing in an instant.

The Spirit of the Dead surnamed Jiang was both surprised and delighted. To its surprise, its body, which had been ethereally flimsy, suddenly gained substance. It now had an almost corporeal body, with a feeling of power. It was no longer as weightless as before, with nothing in its control.

"Thank you... Thank you, master." The Spirit of the Dead was overjoyed and knelt down in the air to express his gratitude.

Ding Hao smiled slightly. "I have left a trace of the power of the rules of the Hell Path in your body. Once you're familiar with it, you can start cultivating. From now on, you will be King Qinguang, the first Yama of the 10 Halls of Hell. You're in charge of the Karma Mirror and will hold trials over the dead souls, rewarding good and punishing evil!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Something strange happened in this realm again. In the Hell Path, wisps of almost imperceptible divine light, like shining threads, turned into streaks of lightning with a loud rumble, gathering on King Qinguang. It was like the tribulation a powerful master would encounter when he broke into the next realm, constantly condensing and refining his body.

The roll of thunder drowned out the hoarse cries of King Qinguang.

Several seconds later, after the changes in heaven and earth disappeared, King Qinguang looked completely transformed. Although there were still spectral traces on his body, he looked no different from an ordinary man. There was the strange power of thunder and lightning in his body. Powerful plasma threads were moving between his fingers.

"This is..."

He exerted a little strength. Two pale purple lightning whips appeared in his hands. They were many thousand yards long, as nimble as his real arms, like long purple dragons gripped in his hands.

"Hahahaha..."

Ding Hao laughed loudly.

"Judge good and evil with the Karma Mirror, and determine the next life in the River of Forgetfulness!"

Ding Hao uttered this verse, as its sound waves morphed into golden characters, scintillating brightly. The first half of the verse sunk into the Karma Mirror like a long dragon, imbuing it with divine powers. The second half fell into the black river below, producing something like the power of the rules.

From now on, the black river would be called the River of Forgetfulness.

"Master is indeed awesome!"

King Qinguang regained some of his strength and started controlling the Divine Punishment Lightning. For some strange reason, he found Ding Hao more and more unfathomable. Each word he said contained supreme power like the law. He could dictate everything in this world with a single thought.

"From now on, you will be in charge of this Karma Mirror, differentiating good from evil..."

Ding Hao's voice reverberated through the sky.

Then, with a flash of silvery light, he disappeared.

Standing above the silent and black River of Forgetfulness, King Qinguang looked at the desolate, dark and lonely world. Yet he felt unprecedentedly relaxed and intimate with this place. He had thought the death was the end of everything. He did not expect to have a second chance.

Born as an outstanding talent, he would be a hero even as a deceased spirit!

A completely new world unfolded before him.

...

Tianyuan City.

In the guest room of the inn.

The soundly asleep Ding Hao slowly opened his eyes.

The Heavenly Samsara Disc hovering above his head had somehow disappeared, merging back into his sea of consciousness.

Ding Hao slowly got up and sat by the bed, a strange look on his face.

"So everything is just a dream?"

He massaged his temples and thought back to his dream just now. The River of Forgetfulness, the Karma Mirror, and King Qinguang... so they were just his dream. How strange... how could he have such a dream?

Now he recalled the dream, everything in it felt so clear and complete.

This was the first time Ding Hao had clearly remembered every detail of a dream. Nothing slipped his mind.

"I must be too tired recently."

Ding Hao muttered to himself.

Taking a deep breath, he got up and went to the window, opening it. Golden sunlight shone in, bring with it a hint of bright warmth. Dancing dust could be seen under the golden shafts of light, full of life.

It was almost noon.

"I have actually slept so much."

Ding Hao stretched himself and felt refreshed.

The sleep had really relaxed him a lot.

Below, there were more and more passers-by on the streets. Protected by the City Defensive Array, Tianyuan City had not suffered much damage. Although the ordinary civilians were frightened, the Demon Clan had not managed to slay many of them. The warriors had suffered the real casualties.

With super sects like the Saber-drawing Sect stationed in the city, those with evil intentions did not dare make trouble in the city. Tianyuan City was peaceful and orderly.

This was the role of martial artists and martial sects in troubled times.

Usually, they were exalted above the masses and could even decide their fates with an order. But when the real war came, they would go through fire and water for their clan. So the benefits they enjoyed were proportional to their sacrifices.

There was a knock on the door.

Ding Hao opened it and was surprised to find an female Emperor-level saber warrior from the Saber-drawing Sect at the door.

"Young Hero Ding, the Saber Mistress has put together all the information about the Northern Region. She ordered me to take the papers to you as soon as I could." The female Emperor-level saber warrior looked in her 20s, handsome, valiant and lean. She was clad in tight white armor which accentuated her curves, making men notice her.

"I'm sorry to have troubled your Saber Mistress."

Ding Hao thanked her and took over a sheaf of papers.

"By the way, the space gate of Tianyuan City will be repaired soon..." The female Emperor-level saber warrior wanted to say something but checked herself. In the end, she whispered, "Young Hero Ding... are you leaving so soon?"

Once the Twin Gods of Massacre, infamous in the Demon Clan, left, and once their Saber Mistress died, Tianyuan City would be in danger again if the Demon Clan were to return. Her mind was at sixes and sevens. The Saber Mistress had ordered them not to talk him into staying.

Ding Hao was startled. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "I have to return to the Northern Region as soon as possible, because my kin are there."

"I see. Sorry to have disturbed you." The female Emperor-level saber warrior's face fell, and she turned to leave.

Ding Hao did not know what to say.

The female saber warrior took a few steps. Then she turned back suddenly and looked at Ding Hao. But in the end, she still said nothing. Letting off a sigh, she disappeared down the distant corner of the corridor.

Ding Hao of course understood what she meant.

But...

"Alas!"

He also sighed quietly and went back to the room.

For the rest of the day, Ding Hao did not step out of his room.

Soon, night enshrouded Tianyuan City again.

Both at noon and in the evening, a waiter of the inn left a food tray outside the room door, but the door remained shut. Ding Hao never came out to take the tray in.

Uncle Tianshu had come once or twice, but he did not knock on Ding Hao's door.

Evil Moon came back at noon with a sneaky, furtive look on its face. It discussed something with the white tiger cubs and the little butterfly, and soon left with them.

Only the black puppy stayed behind, laying quietly at Ding Hao's door.

When the moon rose, four mysterious figures in white cloaks appeared at the inn. They walked all the way to Ding Hao's door.

...

"Phew... it's done!"

Ding Hao slowly exhaled a mouthful of foul air, wiped away the dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and retracted his flaming Qi. The feeling of exhaustion once again overwhelmed him like a tide.

The aura-restraining formation he had set up in the room had long lost its efficacy.

Even Ding Hao could not run his Qi power to such extent the whole day.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Ding Hao was startled. His Divine Senses already knew who it was. He reached out and opened the door.

Four figures in white cloaks entered one after another. The last one raised her hand and closed the door. The four of them took off their disguise all at once, revealing four beautiful and heroic faces. With fair skin and black luxuriant hair, they all had their own unique beauty. These outstanding female saber warriors at the Martial Grand Emperor Realm were like goddesses of war.

"What..." Ding Hao was surprised.

"Young Hero Ding!" Their leader was the beautiful female saber warrior who had sent those papers to Ding Hao the very morning. There was a resolute look on her flawless jade-like face. Genuflecting, she said, "Young Hero Ding, the four of us have a favor to ask of you!"

"Please stand up, Miss. I don't deserve such ceremony from you."

Ding Hao was shocked. He immediately raised his hand and an invisible force gushed out, helping the kneeling female saber warrior up. He asked with a solemn face, "What happened, ladies? You can tell me straight. You don't need to do this."

The female saber warrior stood up, and her fair jade-like face was suffused with a crimson hue. She looked back at her three companions and nodded with determination in her eyes.

The next moment, all four of them took off their white cloaks.

Ding Hao's head almost exploded.

The four female saber warriors at the Martial Grand Emperor Realm were wearing nothing under their cloaks. They were naked, revealing their fair and jade-like flawless bodies. Their luscious skin instantly lit up the whole room. They were gorgeously beautiful, with long legs, slender waists, graceful ankles, pink nipples, delicate collarbones and four heroic and beautiful faces...

Their strong virginal scent wafted over to his face.

In that instant, Ding Hao only felt his blood surging. A heat current rose uncontrollably from his lower abdomen.

"What... what are you girls doing?"

Momentarily stunned, Ding Hao immediately stepped back and turned away his head. He did not dare look at them again. However, the perfect nude bodies of these four female saber warriors still lingered in his mind, like the most beautiful scenery in the world etched in memory.

The Saber-drawing Sect was one of the major forces in the Divine Central Continent. Their disciples were all female, every one outstanding, especially the four of them. They were the direct disciples of the Saber Mistress, and superior female saber warriors at the Martial Grand Emperor Realm. Virginally chaste, they used to disdain every man they saw and had always been conceited like martial goddesses.