Chapter 23 Hell... This is Hell!
Six golden rays descended from the sky, and the six ghostly figures vanished from the Douluo Continent in an instant.
[Fifth Perspective: Ghostly]
When Ghost Douluo opened his eyes again, he found himself in a world shrouded in gray mist.
The cold, damp energy seeped into the bone marrow.
A faint, almost imperceptible sob and weeping drifted through the air.
The sound entered my ears.
It's enough to make one's scalp tingle and one's mind unsettled!
"Hmph! What kind of wandering ghost dares to trespass into the sacred grounds of the underworld?!"
A chain shrouded in thick black energy tore through the air, treating his body as if it were nothing.
It pierced straight into his chest.
There was no blood, yet it seemed to pierce and lock the soul shut!
The gray fog dissipated.
A monster with a horse's head and a human body emerged.
Its eyes were as big as copper bells, gleaming with a ghostly green light, and its face was ferocious and terrifying.
On the black robe on the chest,
Embroidered with two large, pale characters: Ghost Messenger!
He thought he looked weird enough, but he was still trembling with fear!
Even more terrifying is that
He was now bound to the spot, unable to move!
"My lord, spare me... I... I wandered into this place by mistake..."
Knowing that he could not escape his fate, Ghost Douluo pleaded.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to argue, go argue with the King of Hell!"
The horse-faced ghost grinned, secretly overjoyed.
To bump into someone trespassing into the underworld as soon as you step out the door is a much easier task than taking away ten souls!
Before the sky,
Millions of viewers of Douluo Continent witnessed that despairing scene.
Ghost, a titled Douluo
They were utterly powerless against the horse-faced monster and were instantly captured by the chains and dragged into the depths of the thick fog!
"It's over, Ghost Douluo is finished..."
"This...this is like falling into a wolf's den..."
"Chrysanthemum Douluo just left, and now Ghost Douluo is here... Sigh, what a pair of star-crossed lovers... The Spirit Hall must be furious enough to vomit blood!"
Ghost and Moon Pass were considered the two most powerful generals of the Spirit Hall, and it is truly lamentable that they have both perished in the Primordial World!
Bibi Dong was also extremely angry, and the entire Wuhun Mountain trembled with her rage!
...
The chained ghost was dragged along by the horse-faced demon.
We trudged forward, one step at a time, through the gray fog.
What I saw along the way
A white-clad female ghost with a long tongue hanging to the ground; a headless ghost clutching its own head and emitting eerie howls.
The further you go... the more bizarre and strange monsters you encounter!
The piercing wails, the clattering of chains dragging on the ground, mingled with the omnipresent howling of the eerie wind...
It almost scared the "Ghost Douluo" out of his wits!
The audience in front of the sky screen
Terrified by the horrific sight, they were utterly terrified, their faces turning ashen.
"This... could it really be hell?"
"That's terrifying..."
Reaching the end of the gray fog, the scene before me suddenly changed.
Countless wandering souls gathered before a giant gate.
Above the pass hung three large, blood-red characters, exuding a chilling aura:
gate of hell!
The moment the three words appeared, an invisible chill instantly pierced through the sky and swept across Douluo Continent!
The temperature of the entire world has dropped by three points.
All living beings, whether soul masters or mortals.
They all felt an instinctive, uncontrollable fear emanating from the depths of their souls!
"Waaah, Mommy, I'm scared—"
The cries of terror, crushed by fear, rose into the sky!
Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong's face turned deathly pale, her knees buckled, and she involuntarily knelt down on the ground.
The Rakshasa divine power she inherited belongs to the same category as the aura of the underworld.
And that is precisely why,
Their perception is far clearer than others', and the impact they experience is more intense.
The Rakshasa Scythe within his body was also trembling violently, a fear and submission originating from his very core!
"Ghost... what kind of being have you provoked?!"
Bibi Dong knelt on the ground, her ten fingers digging deeply into the earth, her expression crazed.
...
Ghost Douluo was dragged along by the Horse-Faced Ghost Messenger.
Passing through the gates of hell,
Until they reached a solemn and imposing hall.
The yin energy inside the hall was so solid it seemed tangible, and ghostly fires flickered on both sides, reflecting the ferocious statues on the walls.
High up in the main hall,
King Yama sat upright on his throne, his face as black as charcoal, his eyes flashing with lightning, exuding an imposing aura without anger.
"Your Majesty, I have captured a madman outside the pass who has trespassed into the underworld. Please grant me his punishment, Your Highness!"
The horse-faced ghost messenger knelt down and reported.
King Yama's gaze fell on the ghost, and he was slightly taken aback.
This person was neither alive nor dead, and his aura was strange. What shocked him even more was that there was no such name in the Book of Life and Death!
The hall was silent for a moment.
Yama finally spoke slowly, his voice as resonant as a great bell:
"Hmph, trespassing into the underworld is punishable by being thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and never to be reincarnated. But considering your ignorance and this is your first offense, I will spare you this time."
His gaze shifted to Horse-face:
"Now that you have apprehended this person, he will temporarily serve under your command, and we will observe his future conduct!"
The horse-faced ghost was also taken aback.
Not only were they not punished, but they were even recruited as underworld officials?
Could it be... that this guy has some kind of background?
King Yama said no more and waved for the two to leave.
He knew this was no small matter.
Either there's something wrong with the Book of Life and Death, or this person has a serious problem!
It's not wise to alert them right now; keeping them close at hand allows for careful observation!
After the two left.
With a flicker of his body, Yama arrived deep within the underworld, in the Six Paths of Reincarnation beneath the eighteen levels of hell.
I request an audience with the Great Emperor of Fengdu, Zhu Jiuyin!
That's right, under Lin Feng's intervention,
There are currently four Earthly Saints in the Underworld, and Zhu Jiuyin is one of the Three Saints of the Witch Clan.
He is in charge of all affairs in the underworld!
Upon hearing Yama's report, Zhu Jiuyin was also greatly surprised.
He retrieved the true innate spiritual treasure, the Book of Life and Death, and sure enough, there was still no ghostly name on it!
Zhu Jiuyin pondered for a moment,
By drawing upon the power of the earth's origin and leveraging the might of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Book of Life and Death is activated with all its might.
In an instant,
The power of a supreme innate spiritual treasure swept through the three realms.
Countless powerful beings sensed the surging power of cause and effect, and after deducing the source, they all fell silent.
This concerns a sage; it must not be viewed!
Finally, words appeared in the Book of Life and Death:
[In the Douluo World, the Spirit Hall, Ghostly Demon, has a lifespan of 229 years!]
Zhu Jiuyin frowned deeply.
He didn't care where the ghosts came from; what truly concerned him was...
When the Book of Life and Death is turned,
He actually caught a glimpse of the aura of a great eon.
"The Great Cataclysm of the Primordial Era... is about to begin again?"
Although the Lich Cataclysm had not fully erupted, it still left him with lingering fears.
Even a saint would not dare to show the slightest contempt!
"We must inform my elder brother and younger sister of this matter immediately so that we can make plans as soon as possible!"
...
at the same time,
Horse-faced, leading his "new colleagues" out of the Yama's Palace, was quite unhappy.
Not only did they not receive any reward, they also gained a burden.
This is seriously affecting my ability to achieve my sales targets!
He decided to ignore it and gave a few perfunctory instructions before sending the ghost away to "familiarize itself."
Ghost Douluo wandered aimlessly, in a daze.
Fortunately, I was wearing a ghost officer uniform.
No one made things difficult for him.
Unbeknownst to them,
They ended up in a place filled with sweltering heat and incessant screams.
Looking up, I saw three large, blood-red characters carved above the cave:
Deep-fried in oil!
He wanted to back out, but it was too late.
The scene before my eyes has become an eternal nightmare:
The boiling oil pool was boundless, where countless souls sank, screamed, and exploded, endlessly repeating the cycle.
The air was thick with the stench of burning and wailing, as if the deepest pain in the world had been concentrated here.
The ghost was ice-cold all over and stood frozen in place.
And all of this,
Everything was projected accurately into every corner of the Douluo Continent through the sky.
Everyone,
Regardless of whether they are Soul Masters, commoners, nobles, or beggars,
Everyone was horrified and speechless!
"Hell...this is hell!"
"I once heard people say that killing and harming living beings will lead to hell... I didn't believe it before... Now I believe it... Hell really exists..."
"God, save us! I want to go to heaven, not hell!"
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