The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 838 River of Souls

Under the dense, inky sky of the Undead Realm, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stood side by side. The ground beneath their feet seemed to wriggle alive, emitting a continuous stream of bluish-gray mist. Skulls, trailing faint blue phosphorescent flames, wandered across the sky, occasionally emitting shrill howls. The entire world was filled with a suffocating, deathly silence.

Yun Yao's Primordial Chaos Body was inexplicably suppressed here, and the chaotic aura flowing around her was as weak as if an invisible hand was pinching her throat. Instead, the "Tears of Memory" hidden deep within her sea of consciousness began to tremble violently, and countless shattered images flooded uncontrollably into her mind—soldiers killed on the battlefield, children accidentally fallen, monks betrayed... The memories of these undead souls overwhelmed her like a tide.

"Be careful!" Chu Mochen's surprised shout suddenly rang out.

Yun Yao snapped back to reality as a sharp bone claw grazed her cheek, sending up a trail of sparks. A dozen undead warriors, clad in tattered armor, emerged from the ground. Green flames danced in their hollow eye sockets, and their rusted weapons shone with an eerie purple light.

Chu Mochen unsheathed his Cold Abyss Sword, the primordial sword energy flowing through it transforming into golden flames, instantly incinerating the three undead warriors to ash. Yun Yao activated the "Nine Transformations of the Great Void" technique, attempting to mobilize the power of chaos, but found her spiritual energy flowing like a boat against the current. In desperation, she plunged her consciousness into her sea of consciousness and touched the "Tears of Memory."

In an instant, a strange change occurred. The ferocious undead warriors suddenly ceased their attacks and slowly knelt on the ground. A faint golden light shone in Yun Yao's eyes. She could actually "hear" the voices of these undead—a longing for life, a lament for an unfair fate.

"Savior...save us..." An old and hoarse voice sounded in Yun Yao's mind.

Following the sound, I saw a scrawny old undead, leaning on a broken staff, struggling to emerge from the mist. Only a few pieces of dried flesh remained on his skeleton, and his tattered robe was covered in tears. With every step he took, tiny pieces of bone powder fell.

"Why is your soul power... so weak?" Yun Yao asked softly.

The old undead soul trembled and pointed into the distance: "The River of Souls... is drying up... In order to prolong their lifespans, the high-ranking officials of the God Realm have drained the power of the River of Souls..."

Following his direction, Yun Yao saw a river shimmering with a faint blue light. The river should have been flowing endlessly, but now it flowed weakly, like the pulse of a dying man. Countless transparent soul fragments floated on the river's surface, dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I see." Yun Yao clenched her fists. "The law of the Undead Realm is reincarnation, but they violated the law for their own selfish desires, preventing the souls from reincarnating normally."

At that moment, a deafening roar echoed from afar. The earth began to shake violently, and a massive black figure emerged from the clouds—a giant clad in a black robe, clutching a massive scythe that exuded the aura of death. Wherever it passed, ripples spread across the air.

"Death! It's Lord Death!" The old undead trembled in fear. "He has sensed the presence of the Savior. Let's go!"

Chu Mochen stood in front of Yun Yao, the Hanyuan Sword shone brightly: "Yun Yao, you go save the River of Souls, leave this here to me."

Yun Yao nodded, turned, and ran toward the River of Souls. She could feel the "tears of vitality" within her body boiling, as if echoing the River of Souls' lament. When she reached the riverbank, the sight before her was heartbreaking—the riverbed was covered with dying souls, their faint consciousness pleading with her for help.

"Don't worry, I will definitely save you." Yun Yao bit her fingertips and dripped the blood containing vitality into the river.

A miraculous scene occurred. The river, once on the verge of drying up, suddenly rippled. Yun Yao's blood transformed into golden light, merging into every soul. The fragments of souls that were about to dissipate began to reassemble, and the river began to flow in reverse! Countless awakened souls transformed into light, surrounding Yun Yao, and a tremendous power surged into her body.

As Yun Yao focused on repairing the River of Souls, Chu Mochen's battle with the Grim Reaper reached a fever pitch. Each swing of the Grim Reaper's scythe ripped through space. Though Chu Mochen's Primordial Sword Intent was formidable, it seemed powerless against the overwhelming might of the Grim Reaper. His clothes were stained red with blood, and his body was covered in wounds, but his gaze remained resolute.

"Hmph, you mere ants dare to stop me?" The voice of the God of Death was cold and hollow. "You have violated the rules of the God Realm, and you must die today!"

Before he finished speaking, the Grim Reaper suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind Chu Mochen, with his sickle pointed directly at his heart.

At the critical moment, Yun Yao's voice suddenly rang out: "Stop!"

A barrier formed by the power of chaos blocked Chu Mochen's way, deflecting the attack of the God of Death. Yun Yao was surrounded by countless souls, and her aura was several times stronger than before - she had broken through to the late stage of the Mahayana realm!

"You...you can actually reverse the flow of the River of Souls?" Death looked at Yun Yao in shock, "This is impossible!"

Yun Yao's eyes were firm: "I can do much more than that." As she spoke, she activated "Causal Retracing" and delved into the memory of the God of Death.

Instantly, countless images flooded Yun Yao's mind—once upon a time, the God of Death was the most devout guardian of reincarnation, safeguarding order in the realm of the dead and ensuring every soul's rest. However, to satisfy their own selfish desires, the higher-ups in the realm began draining the power of the River of Souls. When the God of Death tried to stop them, he was brutally suppressed. To survive, he was forced to submit, becoming an accomplice in the draining of soul power...

"I see." Yun Yao said softly, "You are not the true god of death. You are a 'reincarnation messenger' forced by fate."

Hearing the words "Messenger of Reincarnation," the Grim Reaper's scythe clashed to the ground. His skeleton beneath his black robe began to tremble, and tears welled up in his hollow eye sockets—tears of his soul.

"It's been... 30,000 years since anyone called me that..." The Death God's voice warmed up for the first time. "From the moment they took away my godhood, I was just a puppet carrying out orders..."

Yun Yao walked towards the God of Death, and the soul light points around her gathered into a bridge of light: "I can help you restore the path of reincarnation, but you must promise me that you will no longer help the evil."

The God of Death was silent for a long time, and finally knelt on one knee: "Messenger of Reincarnation, I am willing to be at your disposal."

At this moment, a roar suddenly rang out from the sky: "Great, what a savior! How dare you destroy the divine plan!"

A figure tore through space and emerged. It was none other than one of the high-ranking members of the Undead Realm. In his hand, he held a pitch-black sphere, imprisoned within it countless souls. Seeing the River of Souls revived, a frenzied murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "If that's the case, then all of you shall die!"

As he spoke, he crushed the sphere in his hand, releasing a dark force powerful enough to devour everything. Wherever this force passed, the River of Souls began to dry up again, and the souls that had just been revived screamed in despair.

"No!" Yun Yao and the Grim Reaper exclaimed at the same time.

At the critical moment, Chu Mochen suddenly appeared before Yun Yao. He ignited his own soul, and the primordial sword will transformed into a golden barrier, temporarily blocking the encroaching power of darkness. However, his body also quickly became transparent under this power, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

“Chu Mochen!” Yun Yao’s eyes were bloodshot, and the chaotic power in her body surged crazily. “You bunch of beasts, I want you to pay the price!”

She opened her Chaos Domain, drawing all the dark forces into it. Simultaneously, she mobilized the power of her Tears of Vitality and Tears of Memory, fusing them with the Chaos Force. The three forces collided within her, producing a bizarre chemical reaction.

"Reverse it... for me!" Yun Yao roared, forming seals with his hands.

A miracle occurred. The river of souls, eroded by the forces of darkness, began to purify, and those devoured souls began to break free from the darkness. And the high-ranking divine beings who launched the attack were actually being devoured by the dark forces they had unleashed, turning into ash and dissipating into the air.

After the battle, Yun Yao collapsed to the ground. Chu Mochen forced himself to hold her close. They smiled at each other, their eyes filled with relief at having survived.

"We did it." Yun Yao said weakly.

"Well, we did it." Chu Mochen stroked her hair gently, "But this is not the end."

In the distance, the restored River of Souls shone brightly, and countless souls followed the light up into the sky, beginning a new cycle of reincarnation. Yun Yao knew that this was just another starting point in their fight against the injustice of heaven.

"Let's go." Yun Yao stood up, her eyes determined, "The next God Realm, here we come."

As these words fell, Yun Yao, Chu Mochen, the God of Death, the old undead, and the others set out on a new journey. Their figures gradually disappeared into the mist, but they left a profound mark in the history of the undead world.