My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)

Chapter 419: Leaving Samsara

"Exactly, it's the River of Forgetfulness!" Lonemoon nodded hard, then pointed to those pictures and said, "This small actually has no sub section of the River of Forgetfulness at all, as if it was completely isolated."

Yi Qing was shocked. He opened up assistant authority and looked carefully at the scene, but saw that there was no change to the scene at all. Though the earth was covered with greenery, underneath it there was not a bit of the aura of the River of Forgetfulness.

"Why would it be so?" When apparently there were so many people living in the small world?

"That's not all." Lonemoon waved a hand over that octagonal bronze mirror, and the scene in front of him enlarged instantly. The human figures who were at first only the sizes of ants appeared in front of his eyes clearly. Sounds of a conversation came out.

This was a mortal city. Father Niu's avatar seemed to be sitting at a wine house. The waiter was recommending good vintage beside him.

"Sir, would you like some of the Yuanqing Liquor, our best? Our shopkeeper made it himself, and it has already been sealed for more than 200 years. Or you may also try some Burning Red Wine. It is a hundred-year vintage, also made by our shopkeeper." With that said, he pointed to the shopkeeper by the door who had a thick mustache.

"Two hundred years!" Yi Qing was shocked. "This person is..."

"A mortal!" Lonemoon said certainly. He was a mortal with neither Spirit Qi nor Spirit Root.

"But the life expectancy of mortals is less than 100 years, how did he..." He stopped mid-sentence, and as though remembering something, he eyes widened abruptly. "Because of the River of Forgetfulness!"

"That's right." nodded Lonemoon. "In this small world, both mortals and cultivators seemed to have escaped Samsara."

Yi Qing's face darkened. Without the River of Forgetfulness, after death, ghosts could not enter Samsara, "Could this be the same as that world of Song Ren..."

"No, it's not the same." Lonemoon shook his head. "On Song Ren's side, it was a disturbance to the River of Forgetfulness caused by plane mending, and in this world there was no River of Forgetfulness passing through it at all. As though it was deliberately circumvented, it was completely isolated. All the people in this world... know not the concept of death. And there are no newborns."

"So... they don't die!"

"Yes." Lonemoon made another seal, pulling out the scene in which two cultivators fought. Neither were low in cultivation. Both were Soul Formation cultivators. Those attacks were apparently very violent, some simply causing fatal wounds. But neither of the two showed any signs of dying. There wasn't even any sign of soul detachment.

Yi Qing frowned deeper as he watched. "As this goes on, I'm afraid all the people of this small world..."

"Will disappear." Lonemoon sighed, taking back the bronze mirror.

Little Shortie once said that every soul only had limited time in the world. The longer they stayed, the more consumption it caused on their soul body. So-called cultivation methods were in fact just strengthening of soul bodies, so that the time of stay could be longer. Only the River of Forgetfulness could repair souls, that's why it was the eventual destination of millions of living beings in the world.

And in this mushroom world, everybody appeared to live eternally, yet they were slowly consuming their souls. There would eventually be a day when they disappear completely.

"Why only this small world is separated?" Could it be that Little Shortie forgot about it? Yi Qing turned towards Shen Ying. "Master, what do you think?"