Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvaâs Persephoneâs Folly Bridge could transcend the peopleâs souls. These college
students, who had been assimilated with the Netherworld Blood Poison, had their souls contaminated
by the assimilation as well. Once they died, their souls would disintegrate from existence, so Alex
couldnât bear to let that happen.
He was a healer who had the benevolence of a doctor. On the other hand, Persephoneâs Folly Bridge
was a divine artifact that could transcend any kind of abnormal soul, be it human, animal or even
demons. All of them would be able to cross River Styx under Persephoneâs Folly Bridge and reveal
their true selves, returning into the reincarnation cycle.
However, the use of Persephoneâs Folly Bridge required divine powers.
Alex wasnât sure if the divine power from his golden core was enough, but he didnât care about it. No
matter what, he still needed to try.
âPersephoneâs Folly Bridge, hurry up and come out!â Alex roared.
The vigorously spinning golden core directed the divine power inside towards Persephoneâs Folly
Bridge in his mind palace. Persephoneâs Folly Bridge instantly sucked in that little bit of divine power,
and a faint blood ray of light flashed across the bridgeâs mottled surface.
And then⦠There was no more to it!
âWhat?!â
Alexâs divine consciousness stared at Persephoneâs Folly Bridge as he roared furiously, âYouâve
devoured my divine power, but you f*cking refuse to do anything! Whatâs the point of having trash like
you?!â
Alex did not know if there was any tool spirit within Persephoneâs Folly Bridge.
Just then, Persephoneâs Folly Bridge seemed to be irritated by Alexâs words for stating that it was trash
and useless. What blasphemy!
âYouâre the one whoâs too weak, and youâre blaming me? That little bit of divine power is not even
enough for me!â
A girlâs childish voice carried over to Alexâs divine consciousness.
She continued angrily, âYou actually said that Iâm useless trash. You tiny brat, Iâll show you whoâs the
useless one here!â
Alex was instantly stunned. Not only did Persephoneâs Folly Bridge have a tool spirit, but it was also an
unweaned little girl.
At this moment, the said little girl let out a yell. âForgotten River by the side of Persephoneâs Folly
Bridge!â
âThere is no right or wrong in life, no merits or demerits in death!â
âBridge, come forth!â
Whoosh!
The shocked Freya next to him discovered that the space around them started to tremble with the
appearance of countless vertical and horizontal cracks. In the next second, a bloodied bridge burrowed
out of the spatial cracks. It was stained with blood, old and mottled. There were also countless marks
made by blades and axes, and it was clearly worn, showing the vicissitudes of time.
The world seemed a little more desolated from the blow of the chilly wind.
There were also faint cries of ghosts in the flutters of the wind.
Meanwhile, there was a vast river under the bridge, with yellow water flowing into the distance.
âWhat is this?â
Freya was astonished. At the sight of an ancient, bloodied bridge, the tremendous shock ran all the
way into the depths of her soul, and she couldnât look at it directly. It wasnât only her, Martiny was also
stunned. If she hadnât been sitting on the ground, she would have jumped in shock.
Alex also stared blankly at Persephoneâs Folly Bridge. He had seen it once in Ksitigarbhaâs memories,
but now that he was seeing it for the second time, he still felt the deep shock in his soul.
However, at this time, the little girl suddenly said, âOh no!â
And the huge Persephoneâs Folly Bridge slipped quickly back into the void, as though some force was
tearing it down.