Eleanor’s Peak of Life and Death Chapter 288

When Stepping Xianjun opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a vast wilderness. The clouds were scarlet, very low and within reach. There were lush reeds growing all around, with floating catkins. The reeds were filled with whispers of people, some laughing, some crying, and those voices were very light, like a gauze curtain brushing across the fingertips, the touch of water.

He walked forward, startling the deep blue fireflies deep in the reeds, and then he saw a magnificent and tranquil river, more magnificent than any river he had ever seen before, but flowing extremely slowly.

A few boats were floating on the river, and the ferryman's singing drifted in from afar: "I fell into the abyss of thunder, and my limbs were all rotten into mud. My head fell into the void, and my eyes rotted and my hair withered and turned into dust. The red ants ate my heart. The vultures pecked at my stomach... Only my soul can return... Only my soul can return..."

Only the soul returns, yesterday is like flowing water.

He seemed to have been here before, when?