Naihe Bridge, Meng Po.
Hou Niao immediately understood where he had arrived, could it be that Xiang Zhiwen was about to reincarnate? Quite a coincidence indeed.
Trapped among the group of familiar souls, he pushed forward desperately. Although he had the ability to scatter these souls, he chose not to, fearing to harm them. Would injuries right before reincarnation result in them becoming mindless fools afterwards?
The closer they got to Naihe Bridge, the more crowded it became. Yet, there would always be a moment when someone could squeeze through. A paper crane darted forward and vanished among the familiar souls, one of whom turned out to be his senior brother, Xiang Zhiwen.
To Hou Niao's surprise, it was a group of familiar souls engaged in battle. Rather than a group, it could be said they formed an army — tens of thousands of living souls charging forward relentlessly, attempting to break through the barrier at the front of Naihe Bridge.
