I Am Your Natural Enemy

The bronze coin rolled and landed on the ground at the crossroad, spinning continuously. The power of countless lost souls here had not yet faded, and it began to activate the meaning attached to this Qin Banliang coin.

Wen Yan’s strong innate affinity made it extremely easy to activate this significance when using such things, bypassing many prerequisites.

Coupled with the guiding of the Everbright Lamp, in an instant, the Qin Banliang spun and emitted a faint light. Through the square hole in the center of the coin, on the other side of the hole, a new road appeared.

This road grew longer and wider, from nothing to something.

Gradually, an additional road appeared silently at the crossroad.

Wen Yan looked at this road, feeling it was somewhat different, not the familiar wide and smooth concrete road with curbs.

This road was merely a dirt path, somewhat uneven, as if it had never been rolled by a steamroller.

However, that aura and feeling indeed confirmed it was the Nether Path.

Moreover, Wen Yan vaguely sensed some familiar things. He thought for a moment, turned to look at the lost souls, and took a step to cross onto the dirt path.

The lost souls hesitated not at all, following Wen Yan, stepping into the dirt path of the Nether Path.

A large number of lost souls disappeared there. The Qin Banliang left in place seemed to have exhausted all its power, the patina vanished, merging into the crossroad, never to be seen again.

A gust of wind blew past the spot, leaving nothing behind. When the persistent dark clouds in the sky disappeared, those attempting to observe the situation here using a satellite saw nothing.

There were not even any corpses left where the lost souls had been.

On the dirt path, Wen Yan looked at the surrounding lost souls.

As the temporary profession of Enforcer faded away, their power dissipated, and each returned to the appearance of the most ordinary lost soul.

However, at this moment on the Nether Path, this was the most suitable place for all lost souls. They wouldn’t be forced to dissipate due to completely depleted power.

After walking not far along the dirt path, the road disappeared.

Ahead lay a wilderness, seemingly empty, yet Wen Yan heard the sound of water.

He was the first to step into the wilderness, looking back, the road was still there, it hadn’t disappeared, and he could still see the lost souls.

This proved that stepping into the wilderness was not influenced by the traits of the Nether Path.

Following the sound of water, he continued forward, not far ahead, he saw a sea, a black sea.

Standing at the shore, looking into the distance, it was always a stretch of darkness, no end in sight.

But when Wen Yan closed his eyes and carefully sensed, the familiar feeling became clearer.

He waved to the lost souls from the Divine Land.

"Here, you won’t be forced to dissipate anymore. As I promised, I will transcend you, and I will definitely transcend you. I can take my time, as long as you’re not in a hurry, if not in one day, then ten days, if not ten days, then a hundred days, it will be completed eventually."

After bidding farewell to these lost souls, Wen Yan directly entered the Black Water ahead.

The Gray Cloth, like a water snake, rapidly wriggled in the water, swiftly carrying Wen Yan forward.

In just a few minutes, he reached the shore. After walking a few steps inland, he suddenly saw a dead-end road appear ahead.

It was the familiar concrete road, with curbs.

In the distance, he could vaguely see the faint glow of green light.

Wen Yan smiled, confident that he hadn’t felt wrong.

At the moment the dirt path he acquired appeared, he sensed something very familiar deep inside.

Standing at the edge of the black sea, this feeling became even clearer, he could even distinctly sense the Nether Path Soul Lamp.

At that moment, he guessed that perhaps it wasn’t very far, and the place it might connect to was the Big Intersection, the dead end extending from the Big Intersection.

And the boundless and endless-looking black sea was similar to what he had experienced before.

It could be called a river, or a sea, because for different people, its width was not fixed.

He swam across in just a few minutes.

But perhaps for some Ghosts, this sea was an endless sea they could never reach the other side of.

Wen Yan stepped from the dead-end onto the dead-end road, looking back, as expected, the vast expanse behind was unclear, nothing could be seen.

This time, however, as he followed this dead-end road forward, he no longer triggered the situation of getting lost as he did while heading to the crossroad last time.

Upon reaching the crossroad, the Nether Path Soul Lamp beside the road emitted a gloomy green light, while the street lights Wen Yan had installed still cast a warm glow, illuminating the road here.

On the Nether Path, countless lost souls were forever moving forward along the road.

And as before, every lost soul would slightly slow down under the warm street lights, enjoying the color that the Nether Path shouldn’t have, and the warm light that wouldn’t harm them.

When Wen Yan appeared, the lost souls would automatically make way for him.

Wen Yan cupped his hands, expressing his gratitude to them.

He followed the Big Intersection, walking along a path he could return to even with his eyes closed, emerging from the basement of Old Zhao’s Family.

Upon reaching the first floor living room, he saw Old Zhao and five brothers gathered around the offering table. On the table was a platter almost a meter wide, filled with high-quality white-cut chicken, and in front of each person, there was a separate small dipping dish, with three bowls of different sauces also placed centrally.