Corpse Recovery Diver

Originally, Tan Wenbin wanted to struggle a little longer, or perhaps have a brief yet incredibly long recollection flash through his mind before dying.

First, he would retrospect on his life since he could remember, then focus on reminiscing about regrets, with the faces of those he wanted to see again constantly emerging in his mind...

On TV, that's how it's depicted, where the time after hitting the ground and blinking twice can stretch indefinitely.

Yet, ironically, Tan Wenbin couldn't summon that emotion.

Deep inside, he trusted Brother Xiao Yuan too much, even if Brother Xiao Yuan sent him to his death, he felt it made complete sense, as if even death could have unexpected turns.

"Boom!"

Flesh and spirit beast instantly turned to dust.

After dealing with the obstacle, the silhouette continued forward, as the crowd of ghosts at its back began boarding the dock, densely proceeding along Ghost Street.

Li Zhiyuan looked at Yin Meng sitting there and asked:

"Meng Meng, are you full?"

Yin Meng wiped her mouth and nodded: "Mhm, I'm full."

"Since you're full, let's get going then."

"Got it."

Yin Meng pushed aside the empty snack bag in front of her, rubbed her hands vigorously on her clothes, then spread her right hand open in front of her.

A Gu Worm flew out of her sleeve, happily circling on Yin Meng's palm.

But then, the Gu Worm froze, its two long tendrils tangled, falling into a dilemma.

Yin Meng's gaze turned serious, as if issuing a silent warning.

The Gu Worm chose to yield.

It burrowed down, biting through Yin Meng's palm, and drilled into the flesh.

Li Zhiyuan: "The offering table is there, you may use it."

"Okay!"

Yin Meng stood up, walked behind the offering table, and began the sacrificial ritual.

This time, what she offered to the ancestors was her own body!

It's not yet, but it doesn't matter, because she would soon die anyway.

As Yin Meng's sacrifice commenced, her body started to gradually decompose, a tendril of green light extending, about to emerge from her body.

The silhouette halted its advance, as it perceived the apprehension.

"Bang!"

Yin Meng's body split open, a green moth flew out, spiraling in the air.

On the moth, there was a Gu Worm attached.

It wanted to detach and save itself like it always had after completing its guiding task.

Yet this time, it searched repeatedly, failing to find any sleeve to return to.

Li Zhiyuan didn't watch it; he silently gathered a wisp of blood mist in his palm.

If the Gu Worm flew back, he'd personally crush it to death here.

The Gu Worm didn't fly back; it chose to follow the moth and rushed towards that silhouette.

The silhouette tried to dodge, yet it couldn't evade, as the green moth collided with it, a green light shot into the sky from below.

The pitch-black, sullen night seemed to have a tear punched in it, and a ray of moonlight descended onto the silhouette.

The silhouette let out a wail, becoming terrified, fearful, and beginning to retreat.

Throughout ages, every time members of the Yin family ventured out, they were invited to the seat of honor, all because of Yin Changsheng's reputation, since Yin Changsheng was still alive.

However, even the Yin family themselves were never quite sure how to seek a meeting with their ancestors, even in dreams, it proved exceedingly difficult.

Li Zhiyuan being regarded as an empty titled Inheritor of the Great Emperor wasn't just because he reverse-engineered the Fengdu Twelve Commandments, but also because he pushed beyond the imagination limits of the Yin family in exploiting the family's bloodline.

The Great Emperor ignored and was indifferent to his descendants, but relied on the bloodline bond, knowing they could jump out in front of him at any time, even if ignored, they could persist until the Great Emperor couldn't take it anymore.

The veil of the silhouette, under the moonlight, was continually torn open, slowly revealing its form that was unwilling to manifest in this world.

Majestic and imposing, somewhat resembling a dragon, its form pieced together from various animals, lacking the arrogance of dragons, but possessing a solemn dignity unique to itself.

At this moment, it started to bleed, its blood trickling down, coalescing into a small stream.

Compared to substantive harm, what it truly feared more was the causal backlash revealed under the Heavenly Dao.

Amidst wails and tremors, chains extended from beneath the water, eventually wrapping around it, re-encasing it in another form.

Soon, it finally calmed down.

With chains entwining its entire body, it remained motionless, resembling an iron lion statue.

Numerous ghosts bypassed it, continuing onward.

At this moment, a group of Deadmen emerged from the narrow alleys on both sides ahead, Yin Meng's grandfather among them, all were past members of the Yin family buried in the ancestral tomb.

Those who entered the Yin Family Ancestral Tomb all practiced under the Xuanmen; the Deadmen they transformed into could use some of their skills from when they were alive, making them the toughest among the Deadman ranks.

In truth, normally speaking, when the Yin family died, their souls should return to the Underworld, with their bodies being interred in the ancestral tombs being peculiar in itself.

Becoming Deadmen now seemed even more inexplicable, as the Deadman's agony must be endured unceasingly.

However, considering they were cursed by a Bodhisattva long ago, it begins to make sense.

This curse left them restless even in death, unable as Yin family members to straightforwardly descend into the Underworld like wandering spirits, even though the Underworld... was truly established by their family.

Thus, when the Great Emperor opened the Yin Family Ancestral Tomb, the original intention likely wasn't to welcome and protect his descendants, but more like a definitive suppression to prevent them from causing calamities in death.

From this, it can be seen that the Underworld's struggle had its threads laid down long ago, maintaining a stalemate until now, emerging in this manifestation.