Chapter 1385 - 1389: Bridge of Life and Death

"My dear wife, are you saying this mist is white?"

"Yes, isn't it?"

Although Chu Yan was puzzled, she nodded affirmatively.

Lil' Yan sees the mist as white, but why do I see it as red?

Oh right, Yun Hao recalled that in the imagery provided by Hongling, there was a layer of unknown gas near the Bridge of Life and Death, except that one was green.

So when passing through here, Yun Hao hadn't given it much thought.

"We might already be within the vicinity of the Bridge of Life and Death; the mist appears red to me!"

Yun Hao spoke softly and continued to pull Chu Yan forward.

But as he reached out to grab Chu Yan's small hand, Yun Hao froze.

Because, astonishingly, he grasped at nothing.

Looking around, Chu Yan's figure was nowhere to be seen.

The red mist grew denser, as if it were about to drip blood.

Before Yun Hao, a bridge appeared, a blood-red bridge that seemed to merge with the surrounding red mist.

At the bridgehead stood a stone tablet with three blood-red characters, Bridge of Life and Death!

Especially on those three characters, drops of blood slid down along the inscription and slowly trickled down the stone tablet.

As if those three blood-red characters had been freshly written in blood.

Without any hesitation, Yun Hao stepped onto the Bridge of Life and Death.

With the first step, the surrounding scenes dramatically changed.

It was the time when his adoptive parents were killed, he avenged them, fled overseas alone, entered a training camp, and grappled with foreign kids, competing ruthlessly for a piece of bread, for a sip of water.

The second step.

The scene shifted again.

Yun Hao, escaping the training camp with Liu Mengqi, relentlessly fought off pursuers, fleeing for their lives, countless times nearly dying, yet every time they supported each other, struggling back from the brink of death.

Third step, fourth step, tenth step...

Each step brought a change in the surrounding scenes. All were experiences Yun Hao had gone through.

No matter the scene, Yun Hao was killing, continuously killing, endlessly killing...

It seemed killing had become Yun Hao's sole reason for survival.

Killing for survival, for money, for beauty, even killing for the sake of killing...

Until the twelfth step, the scenes changed again, this time there was no killing, but rather sitting with a beauty in a villa.

However, in this scene, Yun Hao was being incessantly criticized and disliked by the beauty before him.

It was the day Yun Hao arrived in Nanjiang City and married Chu Yan.

In the following steps, Yu Mei, Su Qiao, Zhao Shishi, and Tang Rou, even Zhao Ya appeared one after another.

Looking at these scenes filled with warmth or turmoil, Yun Hao's lips curled into a happy smile.

However, the happy scenes abruptly stopped, followed by scenes of Yun Hao killing for them.

Gradually, a hint of blood-red appeared in Yun Hao's eyes.

Around Yun Hao, with each step, the scenes kept changing, one after another of his slain victims appeared.

More and more, increasingly...

When Yun Hao had only seven steps left to walk off the Bridge of Life and Death, the slain victims surged towards him, opening wide their bloody mouths, crazily biting him, as if they intended to devour Yun Hao.

Yet, Yun Hao seemed unaware of these attacks, remaining motionless, letting them bite.

Slowly, Yun Hao stepped forward again, now just six steps from walking off the Bridge of Life and Death.

And as he took this step, Yun Hao suddenly coughed up blood, his demeanor instantly waning.

"Have I really killed so many in my life?"

"Why has my world become so bloody?"

"Is this my punishment?"

Yun Hao murmured to himself, blood-red filling his eyes, full of guilt and disbelief.

Gradually, Yun Hao's body was being devoured by those he had killed, leaving not even a bit of flesh, even the petrified left side was consumed.

If anyone saw Yun Hao now, they'd surely scream in terror.

For Yun Hao was now only bones, even the grey Primordial Spirit seated within was plainly visible.

Perhaps due to Yun Hao's fatigue, the grey Primordial Spirit kept its eyes tightly shut, seemingly unaware of the frenzied spirits.

With another step, Yun Hao's incomplete arms exploded.

Boom!

With a loud noise, Yun Hao's arms shattered away, leaving him a broken skeleton.

The Immortal Yuan that had filled his bones was entirely devoured by the spirits, the Dantian now empty, like a long-parched land.

"I no longer want to kill, I don't want to kill anymore..."

"Please stay away, I didn't mean to kill you!"

"Bloody world, blood, so much blood!"

Yun Hao seemed like a madman, constantly mumbling, a head of grey hair disordered across his chest, looking terrifying.

Imagine, a limbless skeleton with grey hair wildly draping; if anyone saw this in the dead of night, they'd surely be scared to death...

The surrounding color grew redder, countless spirits also turned blood-red, innumerable spirits bit into Yun Hao's body indiscriminately.

Devouring the Immortal Yuan within, chomping on Yun Hao's bones, even collectively attacking the grey Primordial Spirit sitting within, eyes tightly shut.

However, for the grey Primordial Spirit, these spirits seemed to fear somewhat and didn't dare to approach.

But when many spirits lunged, and the grey Primordial Spirit didn't respond, they went wild...

It was even visible that in the spirits' eyes, joy flashed, as if the grey Primordial Spirit was a delicacy to them.

Despite bones being chewed, Immortal Yuan consumed, spirits abandoned those morsels to swarm the grey Primordial Spirit.

With ruined legs moving, leading his injured, nearly bone-less body, Yun Hao stepped forward once more.