"Father, no!"
Hearing Eastern Hua Emperor's words, Yuan Che's expression suddenly changed.
She knew how terrifying the Eighteen Levels of Hell were.
That was the Immortal Court's gravest punishment.
Before such a punishment, even death was a mercy.
The Eighteen Levels of Hell were filled with endless sin and blood calamity.
Each level was a great torture.
Ordinary people couldn't even endure the first few levels.
Although in Yuan Che's eyes, Jun Xiaoyao's Origin was mysterious.
But he couldn't possibly survive in the Eighteen Levels of Hell!
"Heh... serving him right."
Haotian Zhenjun's face was cold.
In his eyes, Jun Xiaoyao was almost a dead man.
"Father, if you want to cast Yu Lang into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, then banish me along with him!"
Yuan Che lost her composure for the first time, screaming.
She had always been a good girl, never wanting to trouble her father.
However, Jun Xiaoyao was the first person to stir her maiden Heart-Nature.
He was also the first man to leave an imprint on her heart.
She could not accept such a result.
Jun Xiaoyao himself, however, was very calm.
A thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes.
Then, he spoke.
"If it allows Princess Yuan Che to have the freedom to choose her own marriage, then what does it matter if I am cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell?"
One had to admit, Jun Xiaoyao's flirtation skills were truly maxed out.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Che's heart almost shattered.
And Haotian Zhenjun, standing beside her, also had an extremely cold expression.
Although he had not awakened his own consciousness as Di Haotian.
He had also sensed that this White-robed man seemed to want to leave a deep impression on Yuan Che.
Unbeknownst to her, Yuan Che had already fallen.
But to be honest, even if it were any other woman, she would absolutely not be able to resist Jun Xiaoyao's charm at this moment.
That kind of carefree attitude, sacrificing one's life for their beloved, was enough to capture any woman's heart.
"Since that is the case, then this Emperor shall fulfill your wish."
Eastern Hua Emperor extended a blurry large hand.
Jun Xiaoyao felt as if this hand, like the heavens, was suppressing him.
Instantly, the world seemed to be inverted.
Before Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, there was chaos.
Then, he felt himself like a bird with broken wings.
Falling, falling endlessly.
Later, the surroundings turned into a world of blood and magma.
He was cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
The Eighteen Levels of Hell, as the most terrifying punishment of the Immortal Court.
Each level within it was unbearable, causing endless torment.
Such as the Iron Tree Hell, the Mirror of Sins Hell, the Steaming Cage Hell, the Mountain of Knives Hell, the Oil Pot Hell, and so on.
These punishments were simply not something ordinary Cultivators could endure.
Only true great sinners would be cast into this place to receive endless torment.
Those cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell would suffer a fate worse than death, enduring eternal torment.
And Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged in the center of each layer of Hell.
Accepting the most terrifying punishment.
His expression, however, remained unchanged.
Don't think Jun Xiaoyao felt nothing.
Although this was a dream, everything in this dream was no different from reality.
The endless pain of Hell was naturally also real.
But mainly, Jun Xiaoyao's Heart-Nature was too terrifying.
This kind of physical and mental torment was like a mere trifle to him, unable to cause him any real pain.
The current Jun Xiaoyao could perfectly control all his emotions, including pain.
However, the only thing that concerned Jun Xiaoyao was this.
The Eighteen Levels of Hell were filled with endless power of sin.
This power of sin was constantly eroding his body.
The strangest thing was that Jun Xiaoyao actually felt that this power of sin seemed to exist in reality, not merely a figment of the dream.
"Could it be..."
A flash of inspiration struck Jun Xiaoyao's mind.
His eyes immediately became playful.
"Eastern Hua Emperor, the last master of the Ancient Immortal Court, his thoughts and methods are truly admirable..."
Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but sigh, such mythical figures' methods were already close to those of immortals.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao, deep within the Eighteen Levels of Hell, also felt a strange stirring.
His talent had already undergone a Breakthrough to the King of Anomalies.
In all aspects of comprehending the Dao, he had naturally reached the peak level.
In this special environment, Jun Xiaoyao also felt the surging desire to comprehend the Dao from within his heart.
"Perhaps, this is instead an opportunity..."
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.
What he was best at was turning all unfavorable situations into favorable ones for himself.
For example, right now, the Eighteen Levels of Hell, for him, was the best environment for comprehending the Dao.
"Perhaps, my Origin Dao Divine Ability can evolve new changes through this," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
His Origin Dao Divine Ability, Genesis, had not had new inspiration since it transformed into God's Sacrifice during his Borderland training.
And now, in this special environment, Jun Xiaoyao's heart was stirred.
He began to immerse himself in Cultivation.
It could be said that no one could have imagined.
This most terrifying place of tribulation in the Ancient Immortal Court.
Was actually turned into a place for comprehending the Dao and Cultivation by Jun Xiaoyao.
Meanwhile, in the Lingxiao Palace, at the Myriad Immortals Banquet.
Yuan Che cried and screamed, "I am also a great sinner, why doesn't Father cast me into the Eighteen Levels of Hell as well!"
She felt that she and Jun Xiaoyao were like the White Snake and Xu Xian in the story.
Clearly in love, but lovers ultimately could not be together.
"Alright, stop being foolish," Eastern Hua Emperor said indifferently.
This Myriad Immortals Banquet thus ended.
And the wedding banquet of Haotian Zhenjun and Yuan Che naturally came to nothing.
If before, Yuan Che's relationship with Haotian Zhenjun was still that of friends.
Then now, she was even colder towards Haotian Zhenjun than towards a stranger.
Haotian Zhenjun vaguely felt as if something important had been lost.
This made him extremely uncomfortable.
But he could not force Yuan Che, after all, she was Eastern Hua Emperor's daughter.
Thereafter, Yuan Che neither thought of tea nor desired food.
Her clothes grew looser, yet she had no regrets, wasting away for her beloved.
And the power of sin within her body gradually became difficult to control.
The only way was as Eastern Hua Emperor had said before, to divide and dissolve it using the three souls of Heaven, Earth, and Man.
During this time, Jun Xiaoyao had also been comprehending the Dao in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
He didn't know when this dream would end.
But he felt it would be soon.
And as time passed, the fourth form of Jun Xiaoyao's Genesis was also nearing completion.
However, it was still one step away, lacking the most crucial comprehension.
"The Eighteen Levels of Hell, merely this," Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
"What an interesting person."
At this moment, a voice sounded.
Jun Xiaoyao was not surprised and looked towards the source of the voice.
A blurry figure emerged, seemingly standing deep within layers of overlapping time and space, indistinct.
It was Eastern Hua Emperor.
"It seems you are not surprised?" Eastern Hua Emperor said.
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly and said, "Isn't Your Majesty's purpose to test whether I am suitable for the transference of great sin?"